Edvard Munch Girls on a Bridge

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here, Esme. I mean, Black Aliss was one of the best. I mean, you're very good at, well, headology and thinking and that. I mean, Black Aliss, well, she just upped and went at it.'
'You saying I couldn't do it, are you?'
'Excuse me,' said Magrat.
'No. No. Of course not,' said Nanny, ignoring her.
'Right.'
'Only . . . mind.'
'But the biggest thing she ever did,' said Nanny, ignoring the interruption, 'was to send a whole palace to sleep for a hundred years until. . .' She hesitated. 'Can't remember. Was there rose bushes involved, or was it spinning wheels in that one? I think some princess had to finger . . . no, there was a prince. That was it.'
'Finger a prince?' said Magrat, uneasily.well, she was a, you know, a hoyden of witches, like the king said.''Doyenne,' said Granny, who had looked it up. 'Not hoyden.''Excuse me,' said Magrat, louder this time. 'Who was Black Aliss? And,' she added quickly, 'none of this exchanging meaningful glances and talking over my head. There's three witches in this coven, remember?''She was before your time,' said Nanny Ogg. 'Before mine, really. She lived over Skunid way. Very powerful witch.''If you listen to rumour,' said Granny.'She turned a pumpkin into a royal coach once,' said Nanny.'Showy,' said Granny Weatherwax. 'That's no help to anyone, turning up at a ball smelling like a pie. And that business with the glass slipper. Dangerous, to my