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because he would know he was under your evil eye； and if he mispleased you； why； his life would be instantly forfeit。 You could protest all you wished； but he'd know he ruled with your permission。 And that would make him no king at all。 Is this not true？'
Granny looked away。 The other witches hung back； ready to duck。
'I said； is this not true？'
'Yes；' said Granny。 'It is true 。 。 。'
'Yes。'
'。 。 。 but there is one who could defeat you；' said Granny slowly。
'The child？ Let him e when he is grown。 A young man with a sword； seeking his destiny。' The duke sneered。 'Very romantic。 But I have many years to prepare。 Let him try。'
Beside him King Verence's fist smashed through the air and quite failed to connect。
The duke leaned closer until his nose was an inch from Granny's face。
'Get back to your cauldrons； wyrd sisters；' he said softly。
Granny Weatherwax stalked through the passages of Lancre Castle like a large； angry bat； the duke's laughter echoing around her head。
'You could give him boils or something；' said Nanny Ogg。 'Haemorrhoids are good。 That's allowed。 It won't stop him ruling； it just means he'll have to rule standing up。 Always good for a laugh； that。 Or piles。'
Granny Weatherwax said nothing。 If fury were heat； her hat would have caught fire。
'Mind you； that'd probably make him worse；' said Nanny； running to keep up。 'Same with toothache。' She gave a sideways glance at Granny's twitching features。
'You needn't fret；' she said。 They didn't do anything much。 But thanks； anyway。'
'I ain't worried about you； Gytha Ogg；' snapped Granny。 'I only e along 'cos Magrat was fretting。 What I say is； if a witch can't look after herself； she's got no business calling herself a witch。'
'Magrat done well with the woodwork； I thought。'
Even in the grip of her sullen fury； Granny Weatherwax spared a nod。
'She's ing along；' she said。 She looked up and down the corridor； and then leaned closer to Nanny Ogg's ear。
'I ain't going to give him the pleasure of saying it；' she said； 'but he's got us beaten。'
'Well； I don't know；' said Nanny。 'Our Jason and a few sharp lads could soon…'
'You saw some of his guards。 These aren't the old sort。 These are a tough kind。'
'We could give the boys just a bit of help…'
'It wouldn't work。 People have to sort this sort of thing out for themselves。'
'If you say so； Esme；' said Nanny meekly。
'I do。 Magic's there to be ruled； not for ruling。'
Nanny nodded and then； remembering a promise； reached down and picked up a fragment of stone from the rubble on the tunnel floor。
'I thought you'd forgotten；' said the ghost of the king； by her ear。
Further down the passage the Fool was capering after Magrat。
'Can I see you again？' he said。
'Well 。 。 。 I don't know；' said Magrat； her heart singing a smug song。
'How about tonight？' said the Fool。
'Oh； no；' said Magrat。 'I'm very busy tonight。' She had intended to curl up with a hot milk drink and Goodie Whemper's notebooks on experimental astrology； but instinct told her that any suitor should have an uphill struggle put in front of him； just to make him keener。
'Tomorrow night； then？' the Fool persisted。
'I think I should be washing my hair。'
'I could get Friday night free。'
'We do a lot of work at night； you see…'
'The afternoon； then。'
Magrat hesitated。 Perhaps instinct had got it wrong。 'Well…' she said。
'About two o'clock。 In the meadow by the pond； all right？'
'Well…'
'See you there； then。 All right？' said the Fool desperately。
'Fool！' The duchess's voice echoed along the passage； and a look of terror crossed his face。
'I've got to go；' he said。 'The meadow； okay？ I'll wear something so you recognise me。 All right？'
'All right；' echoed Magrat； hypnotised by the sheer pressure of his persistence。 She turned and ran after the other witches。
There was pandemonium outside the castle。 The crowd that had been there at Granny's arrival had grown considerably； and had flowed in through the now unguarded gateway and lapped around the keep。 Civil disobedience was new to Lancre； but its inhabitants had already mastered some of its more elementary manifestations； viz； the jerking of rakes and sickles in the air with simple up…and…down motions acpanied by grimaces and cries of 'Gerrh！'； although a few citizens； who hadn't quite grasped the idea； were waving flags and cheering。 Advanced students were already eyeing the more bustible buildings inside the walls。 Several sellers of hot meat pies and sausages in a bun had appeared from nowhere＇13＇ and were doing a brisk trade。 Pretty soon someone was going to throw something。
The three witches stood at the top of the steps that led to the keep's main door and surveyed the seas of faces。
'There's our Jason；' said Nanny happily。 'And Wane and Darron and Kev and Trev and Nev…'
'I will remember their faces；' said Lord Felmet； emerging between them and putting a hand on their shoulders。 'And do you see my archers； on the wails？'
'I see 'em；' said Granny grimly。
'Then smile and wave；' said the duke。 'So that the people may know that all is well。 After all； have you not been to see me today on matters of state？'
He leaned closer to Granny。
'Yes； there are a hundred things you could do；' he said。 'But the ending would always be the same。' He drew back。 'I'm not an unreasonable man； I hope；' he added； in cheerful tones。 'Perhaps； if you persuade the people to be calm； I may be prevailed upon to moderate my rule somewhat。 I make no promises； of course。'
Granny said nothing。
'Smile and wave；' manded the duke。
Granny raised one hand in a vague motion and produced a brief rictus that had nothing whatsoever to do with humour。 Then she scowled and nudged Nanny Ogg； who was waving and mugging like a maniac。
'No need to get carried away；' she hissed。
'But there's our Reel and our Sharleen and their babbies；' said Nanny。 'Coo…eee！'
'Will you shut up； you daft old besom！' snapped Granny。 'And pull yourself together！'
'Jolly good； well done；' said the duke。 He raised his hands； or at least his hand。 The other still ached。 He'd tried the grater again last night； but it hadn't worked。
'People of Lancre；' he cried； 'do not be afeared！ I am your friend。 I will protect you from the witches！ They have agreed to leave you in peace！'
Granny stared at him as he spoke。 He's one of these here maniac depressives； she said。 Up and down like a woss…name。 Kill you one minute and ask you how you're feeling the next。
She became aware that he was looking at her expectantly。
'What？'
'I said； I'll now call upon the respected Granny Weatherwax to say a few words； ha ha；' he said。
'You said that； did you？'
'Yes！'
'You've gone a long way too far；' said Granny。
'I have； haven't I！' The duke giggled。
Granny turned to the expectant crowds； which went silent。
'Go home；' she said。
There was a further long silence。
'Is that all？' said the duke。
'Yes。'
'What about pledges of eternal allegiance？'
'What about them？ Gytha； will you stop waving at people！'
'Sorry。'
'And now we are going to go； too；' said Granny。
'But we were getting on so well；' said the