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'Would you care to share our lunch； old 。 。 。 good wo 。 。 。 miss？' he said。 'It's only salt pork； I'm afraid。'
'Meat is extremely bad for the digestive system；' said Magrat。 'If you could see inside your colon you'd be horrified。'
'I think I would；' muttered Hwel。
'Did you know that an adult male carries up to five pounds of undigested red meat in his intestines at all times？' said Magrat； whose informative lectures on nutrition had been known to cause whole families to hide in the cellar until she went away。 'Whereas pine kernels and sunflower seeds…'
'There aren't any rivers around that you need helping over； are there？' said Tomjon desperately。
'Don't be silly；' said Magrat。 'I'm just a humble wood gatherer； lawks； collecting a few sticks and mayhap directing lost travellers on the road to Lancre。'
'Ah；' said Hwel； 'I thought we'd get to that。'
'You fork left up ahead and turn right at the big stone with the crack in it； you can't miss it；' said Magrat。
'Fine；' growled Hwel。 'Well； we won't keep you。 I'm sure you've got a lot of wood to collect and so forth。'
He whistled the mules into a plod again； grumbling to himself。
When； an hour later； the track ran out among a landscape of house…sized boulders； Hwel laid down the reins carefully and folded his arms。 Tomjon stared at him。
'What do you think you're doing？' he said。
'Waiting；' said the dwarf grimly。
'It'll be getting dark soon。'
'We won't be here long；' said Hwel。
Eventually Nanny Ogg gave up and came out from behind her rock。
'It's salt pork； understand？' said Hwel sharply。 'Take it or leave it； okay？ Now … which way's Lancre？'
'Keep on； left at the ravine； then you pick up the track that leads to a bridge； you can't miss it；' said Nanny promptly。
Hwel grabbed the reins。 'You forgot about the lawks。'
'Bugger。 Sorry。 Lawks。'
'And you're a humble old wood gatherer； I expect；' Hwel went on。
'Spot on； lad；' said Nanny cheerfully。 'Just about to make a start； as a matter of fact。'
Tomjon nudged the dwarf。
'You forgot about the river；' he said。 Hwel glared at him。
'Oh yes；' he muttered； 'and can you wait here while we go and find a river。'
'To help you across；' said Tomjon carefully。
Nanny Ogg gave him a bright smile。 'There's a perfectly good bridge；' she said。 'But I wouldn't say no to a lift。 Move over。'
To Hwel's irritation Nanny Ogg hitched up her skirts and scrambled on to the board； inserting herself between Tomjon and the dwarf and then twisting like an oyster knife until she occupied half the seat。
'You mentioned salt pork；' she said。 'There wouldn't be any mustard； would there？'
'No；' said Hwel sullenly。
'Can't abide salt pork without condiments；' said Nanny conversationally。 'But pass it over； anyway。' Wimsloe wordlessly handed over the basket holding the troupe's supper。 Nanny lifted the lid and gave it a critical assessment。
'That cheese in there is a bit off；' she said。 'It needs eating up quick。 What's in the leather bottle？'
'Beer；' said Tomjon； a fraction of a second before Hwel had the presence of mind to say； 'Water。'
'Pretty weak stuff；' said Nanny； eventually。 She fumbled in her apron pocket for her tobacco pouch。
'Has anyone got a light？' she inquired。
A couple of actors produced bundles of matches。 Nanny nodded； and put the pouch away。
'Good；' she said。 'Now； has anyone got any tobacco？'
Half an hour later the lattys rattled over the Lancre Bridge； across some of the outlying farmlands； and through the forests that made up most of the kingdom。
'This is it？' said Tomjon。
'Well； not all of it；' said Nanny； who had been expecting rather more enthusiasm。 'There's lots more of it behind the mountains over there。 But this is the flat bit。'
'You call this flat？'
'Flattish；' Nanny conceded。 'But the air's good。 That's the palace up there； offering outstanding views of the surrounding countryside。'
'You mean forests。'
'You'll like it here；' said Nanny encouragingly。
'It's a bit small。'
Nanny thought about this。 She'd spent nearly all her life inside the boundaries of Lancre。 It had always seemed about the right size to her。
'Bijou；' she said。 'Handy for everywhere。'
'Everywhere where？'
Nanny gave up。 'Everywhere close；' she said。
Hwel said nothing。 The air was good； rolling down the unclimbable slopes of the Ramtops like a sinus wash； tinted with turpentine from the high forests。 They passed through a gateway into what was； up here； probably called a town； the cosmopolitan he had bee decided that； down on the plains； it would just about have qualified； as an open space。
'There's an inn；' said Tomjon doubtfully。
Hwel followed his gaze。 'Yes；' he said； eventually。 'Yes； it probably is。'
'When are we going to do the play？'
'I don't know。 I think we just send up to the castle and say we're here。' Hwel scratched his chin。 'Fool said the king or whoever would want to see the script。'
Tomjon looked around Lancre town。 It seemed peaceful enough。 It didn't look like the kind of place likely to turn actors out at nightfall。 It needed the population。
'This is the capital city of the kingdom；' said Nanny Ogg。 'Well…designed streets； you'll notice。'
'Streets？' said Tomjon。
'Street；' corrected Granny。 'Also houses in quite good repair； stone's throw from river…'
'Throw？'
'Drop；' Nanny conceded。 'Neat middens； look； and extensive…'
'Madam； we've e to entertain the town； not buy it；' said Hwel。
Nanny Ogg looked sidelong at Tomjon。
'Just wanted you to see how attractive it is；' she said。
'Your civic pride does you credit；' said Hwel。 'And now； please； leave the cart。 I'm sure you've got some wood to gather。 Lawks。'
'Much obliged for the snack；' said Nanny； climbing down。
'Meals；' corrected Hwel。
Tomjon nudged him。 'You ought to be more polite；' he said。 'You never know。' He turned to Nanny。 'Thank you； good … oh； she's gone。'
'They've e to do a theatre；' said Nanny。
Granny Weatherwax carried on shelling beans in the sun； much to Nanny's annoyance。
'Well？ Aren't you going to say something？ I've been finding out things；' she said。 'Picking up information。 Not sitting around making soup…'
'Stew。'
'I reckon it's very important；' sniffed Nanny。
'What kind of a theatre？'
'They didn't say。 Something for the duke； I think。'
'What's he want a theatre for？'
'They didn't say that； either。'
'It's probably all a trick to get in the castle；' Granny said knowingly。 'Very clever idea。 Did you see anything in the carts？'
'Boxes and bundles and such。'
'They'll be full of armour and weapons； depend upon it。'
Nanny Ogg looked doubtful。
They didn't look very much like soldiers to me。 They were awfully young and spotty。'
'Clever。 I expect in the middle of the play the king will manifest his destiny； right where everyone can see him。 Good plan。'
'That's another thing；' said Nanny； picking up a bean pod and chewing it。 'He doesn't seem to like the place much。'
'Of course he does。 It's in his blood。'
'I brought him the pretty way。 He didn't seem very impressed。'
Granny hesitated。
'He was probably suspicious of you；' she concluded。 'He was probably