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The Fool was merely aware that Magrat was standing very still。 Then her hair stood out from her head； gently； and there was a smell of leafmould。
And then； without warning； the hammer that can drive a marshmallow…soft toadstool through six inches of solid pavement or an eel across a thousand miles of hostile ocean to a particular pond in an upland field； struck up through her and into the door。
She stepped back carefully； her mind stunned； fighting against a desperate urge to bury her toes into the rock and put forth leaves。 The Fool caught her； and the shock nearly knocked him over。
Magrat sagged against the faintly jingling body； and felt triumphant。 She had done it！ And with no artificial aids！ If only the others could have seen this 。 。 。
'Don't go near it；' she mumbled。 'I think I gave it rather 。 。 。 a lot。' The Fool was still holding her toastrack body in his arms and was too overe to utter a word； but she still got a reply。
'I reckon you did；' said Granny Weatherwax； stepping out of the shadows。 'I never would have thought of it myself。'
Magrat peered at her。
'You've been here all the time？'
'Just a few minutes。' Granny glanced at the door。 'Good technique；' she said； 'but it's old wood。 Been in a fire； too； I reckon。 Lot of iron nails and stuff in there。 Can't see it working； I'd have tried the stones if it was me； but…'
She was interrupted by a soft 'pop'。
There was another； and then a whole series of them together； like a shower of meringues。
Behind her； very gently； the door was breaking into leaf。
Granny stared at it for a few seconds； and then met Magrat's terrified gaze。
'Run！' she yelled。
They grabbed the Fool and scurried into the shelter of a convenient buttress。
The door gave a warning creak。 Several of its planks twisted in vegetable agony and there was a shower of rock splinters when nails were expelled like thorns from a wound； ricocheting off the stonework。 The Fool ducked as part of the lock whirred over his head and smashed into the opposite wall。
The lower parts of the planks extended questing white roots； which slithered across the damp stone to the nearest crack and began to auger in。 Knotholes bulged； burst and thrust out branches which hit the stones of the doorway and tumbled them aside。 And all the time there was a low groan； the sound of the cells of the wood trying to contain the surge of raw life pounding through them。
'If it had been me；' said Granny Weatherwax； as part of the ceiling caved in further along the passage； 'I wouldn't have done it like that。 Not that I'm objecting； mind you；' she said； as Magrat opened her mouth。 'It's a reasonable job。 I think you might have overdone it a bit； that's all。'
'Excuse me；' said the Fool。
'I can't do rocks；' said Magrat。
'Well； no； rocks is an acquired taste…'
'Excuse me。'
The two witches stared at him； and he backed away。
'Weren't you supposed to be rescuing someone？' he said。
'Oh；' said Granny。 'Yes。 e on； Magrat。 We'd better see what she's been getting up to。'
'There were screams；' said the Fool； who couldn't help feeling they weren't taking things seriously enough。
'I daresay；' said Granny； pushing him aside and stepping over a writhing taproot。 'If anyone locked me in a dungeon； there'd be screams。'
There was a lot of dust inside the dungeon； and by the nimbus of light around its one torch Magrat could dimly make out two figures cowering in the furthest corner。 Most of the furniture had been overturned and scattered across the floor； it didn't look as though any of it had been designed to be the last word in fort。 Nanny Ogg was sitting quite calmly in what appeared to be a sort of stocks。
'Took your time；' she observed。 'Let me out of this； will you？ I'm getting cramp。'
And there was the dagger。
It spun gently in the middle of the room； glinting when the turning blade caught the light。
'My own dagger！' said the ghost of the king； in a voice only the witches could hear。 'All this time and I never knew it！ My own dagger！ They bloody well did me in with my own bloody knife！'
He took another step towards the royal couple； waving the dagger。 A faint gurgle escaped from the lips of the duke； glad to be out of there。
'He's doing well； isn't he；' said Nanny； as Magrat helped her out of her prison。
'Isn't that the old king？ Can they see him？'
'Shouldn't think so。'
King Verence staggered slightly under the weight。 He was too old for such poltergeist activity； you had to be an adolescent for this 。 。 。
'Let me just get a grip on this thing；' he said。 'Oh； damn 。 。 。'
The knife dropped from the ghost's tenuous grasp and clattered to the floor。 Granny Weatherwax stepped forward smartly and put her foot on it。
'The dead shouldn't kill the living；' she said。 'It could be a dangerous wossname； precedent。 We'd all be outnumbered for one thing。'
The duchess surfaced from her terror first。 There had been knives swooping through the air and exploding doors； and now these women were defying her in her own dungeons。 She couldn't be sure how she was supposed to react to the supernatural items； but she had very firm ideas about how she should tackle the last one。
Her mouth opened like the gateway to a red hell。 'Guards！' she yelled； and spotted the Fool hovering near the door。 'Fool！ Fetch the guards！'
'They're busy。 We were just leaving；' said Granny。 'Which one of you is the duke？'
Felmet stared pink…eyed up at her from his half…crouch in the corner。 A thin dribble of saliva escaped from the corner of his mouth； and he giggled。
Granny looked closer。 In the centre of those streaming eyes something else looked back at her。
'I'm going to give you no cause；' she said quietly。 'But it would be better for you if you left this country。 Abdicate； or whatever。'
'In favour of whom？' said the duchess icily。 'A witch？'
'I won't；' said the duke。
'What did you say？'
The duke pulled himself upright； brushed some of the dust off his clothes； and looked Granny full in the face。 The coldness in the centre of his eyes was larger。
'I said I won't；' he said。 'Do you think a bit of simple conjuring would frighten me？ I am the king by right of conquest； and you cannot change it。 It is as simple as that； witch。'
He moved closer。
Granny stared at him。 She hadn't faced anything like this before。 The man was clearly mad； but at the heart of his madness was a dreadful cold sanity； a core of pure interstellar ice in the centre of the furnace。 She'd thought him weak under a thin shell of strength； but it went a lot further than that。 Somewhere deep inside his mind； somewhere beyond the event horizon of rationality； the sheer pressure of insanity had hammered his madness into something harder than diamond。
'If you defeat me by magic； magic will rule；' said the duke。 'And you can't do it。 And any king raised with your help would be under your power。 Hag…ridden； I might say。 That which magic rules； magic destroys。 It would destroy you； too。 You know it。 Ha。 Ha。'
Granny's knuckles whitened as he moved closer。
'You could strike me down；' he said。 'And perhaps you could find someone to replace me。 But he would have to be a fool indeed； beca