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e was a brief flare of octarine fire。
Half a mile down the track all four wheels fell off the cart at once。
'Lock up a witch； would he？' Granny shouted at the trees。
Nanny struggled to her feet。
'We'd better grab her；' she whispered to Magrat。 The two of them leapt at Granny and forced her arms down to her sides。
'I'll bloody well show him what a witch could do！' she yelled。
'Yes； yes； very good； very good；' said Nanny。 'Only perhaps not just now and not just like this； eh？'
'Wyrd sisters； indeed！' Granny yelled。 'I'll make his…'
'Hold her a minute； Magrat；' said Nanny Ogg； and rolled up her sleeve。
'It can be like this with the highly…trained ones；' she said； and brought her palm round in a slap that lifted both witches off their feet。 On such a flat； final note the universe ought have ended。
At the conclusion of the breathless silence which followed Granny Weatherwax said； 'Thank you。'
She adjusted her dress with some show of dignity； and added； 'But I meant it。 We'll meet tonight at the stone and do what must be done。 Ahem。'
She reset the pins in her hat and set off unsteadily in the direction of her cottage。
'Whatever happened to the rule about not meddling in politics？' said Magrat； watching her retreating back。
Nanny Ogg massaged some life back into her fingers。
'By Hoki； that woman's got a jaw like an anvil；' she said 'What was that？'
'I said； what about this rule about not meddling？' said Magrat。
'Ah；' said Nanny。 She took the girl's arm。 'The thing is；' she explained； 'as you progress in the Craft； you'll learn there is another rule。 Esme's obeyed it all her life。'
'And what's that？'
'When you break rules； break 'em good and hard；' said Nanny； and grinned a set of gums that were more menacing than teeth。
The duke smiled out over the forest。
'It works；' he said。 'The people mutter against the witches。 How do you do it； Fool？'
'Jokes； nuncle。 And gossip。 People are halfway ready to believe it anyway。 Everyone respects the witches。 The point is that no…one actually likes them very much。'
Friday afternoon； he thought。 I'll have to get some flowers。 And my best suit； the one with the silver bells。 Oh gosh。
'This is very pleasing。 If it goes on like this； Fool； you shall have a knighthood。'
This was no。302； and the Fool knew better than to let a feed line go hungry。 'Marry； nuncle；' he said wearily； ignoring the spasm of pain that crawled across the duke's face； 'if n I had a Knighthood （Night Hood）； why； it would keep my ears Warm in Bedde； i'faith； if many a Knight is a Fool； why； should a…'
'Yes； yes； all right；' snapped Lord Felmet。 In fact he was feeling much better already。 His porridge hadn't been oversalted this evening； and there was a decently empty feel about the castle。 There were no more voices on the cusp of hearing。
He sat down on the throne。 It felt really fortable for the first time 。 。 。
The duchess sat beside him； her chin on her hand； watching the Fool intently。 This bothered him。 He thought he knew where he stood with the duke； it was just a matter of hanging on until his madness curved back to the cheerful stage； but the duchess genuinely frightened him。
'It seems that words are extremely powerful；' she said。
'Indeed； lady。'
'You must have made a lengthy study。'
The Fool nodded。 The power of words had sustained him through the hell of the Guild。 Wizards and witches used words as if they were tools to get things done； but the Fool reckoned that words were things in their own right。
'Words can change the world；' he said。
Her eyes narrowed。
'So you have said before。 I remain unconvinced。 Strong men change the world；' she said。 'Strong men and their deeds。 Words are just like marzipan on a cake。 Of course you think words are important。 You are weak； you have nothing else。'
'Your ladyship is wrong。'
The duchess's fat hand drummed impatiently on the arm of her throne。
'You had better；' she said； 'be able to substantiate that ment。'
'Lady； the duke wishes to chop down the forests； is this not so？'
'The trees talk about me；' whispered Lord Felmet。 'I hear them whisper when I go riding。 They tell lies about me！'
The duchess and the Fool exchanged glances。
'But；' the Fool continued； 'this policy has met with fanatical opposition。'
'What？'
'People don't like it。'
The duchess exploded。 'What does that matter？' she roared。 'We rule！ They will do what we say or they will be pitilessly executed！'
The Fool bobbed and capered and waved his hands in a conciliatory fashion。
'But； my love； we will run out of people；' murmured the duke。
'No need； no need！' said the Fool desperately。 'You don't have to do that at all！ What you do is； you…' he paused for a moment； his lips moving quickly … 'you embark upon a far…reaching and ambitious plan to expand the agricultural industry； provide long…term employment in the sawmills； open new land for development； and reduce the scope for banditry。'
This time the duke looked baffled。 'How will I do that？' he said。
'Chop down the forests。'
'But you said…'
'Shut up； Felmet；' said the duchess。 She subjected the Fool to another long； thoughtful stare。
'Exactly how；' she said； eventually； 'does one go about knocking over the houses of people one does not like？'
'Urban clearance；' said the Fool。
'I was thinking of burning them down。'
'Hygienic urban clearance；' the Fool added promptly。
'And sowing the ground with salt。'
'Marry； I suspect that is hygienic urban clearance and a programme of environmental improvements。 It might be a good idea to plant a few trees as well。'
'No more trees！' shouted Felmet。
'Oh； it's all right。 They won't survive。 The important thing is to have planted them。'
'But I also want us to raise taxes；' said the duchess。
'Why； nuncle…'
'And I am not your nuncle。'
'N'aunt？' said the Fool。
'No。'
'Why 。 。 。 prithee 。 。 。 you need to finance your ambitious programme for the country。'
'Sorry？' said the duke； who was getting lost again。
'He means that chopping down trees costs money；' said the duchess。 She smiled at the Fool。 It was the first time he had ever seen her look at him as if he was other than a disgusting little cockroach。 There was still a large element of cockroach in her glance； but it said： good little cockroach； you have learned a trick。
'Intriguing；' she said。 'But can your words change the past？'
The Fool considered this。
'More easily； I think；' he said。 'Because the past is what people remember； and memories are words。 Who knows how a king behaved a thousand years ago？ There is only recollection； and stories。 And plays； of course。'
'Ah； yes。 I saw a play once；' said Felmet。 'Bunch of funny fellows in tights。 A lot of shouting。 The people liked it。'
'You tell me history is what people are told？' said the duchess。
The Fool looked around the throne room and found King Gruneberry the Good （906…967）。
'Was he？' he said； pointing。 'Who knows； now？ What was he good at？ But he will be Gruneberry the Good until the end of the world。'
The duke was leaning forward in his throne； his eyes gleaming。
'I want to be a good ruler；' he said。 'I want pe