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Granny Weatherwax stood back, and turned around.
“Knock it off. I ain’t trying to stop you. Go on.”
Magenta-shading-to-Violet shaded to pink.
“Er ... I never got the hang of the psycho-thingy ...”
“Oh, dear. Well, just let’s see what the rest can do ...
Who’re you, girl?”“Go on, then. Try.”
Agnes concentrated.
“Oh, deary, deary me,” said Granny. “And my hat’s still on. Show them, Gytha.”
Nanny Ogg sighed, picked up a piece of fallen branch, and hurled it at Granny’s hat. Granny caught the stick in mid-air.
“But, but—you said we had to use magic—“ Amanita began.
“No, I didn’t,” said Granny.“Amanita, ma’am.”“Such a pretty name. Let’s see what you can do.”Amanita looked around nervously.“I, er, don’t think I can while you’re watching me—“ she began.“That’s a shame. What about you, on the end?”“Agnes Nitt,” said Agnes, who was much faster on the uptake than the other two and saw that there was no point in pushing Perdita.