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Granny rubbed her hands together in grim satisfaction.
“I think I’ve got it sorted,” she said.
She blinked.
She pinched the bridge of her nose.
“What did I just say?” she said.
“Uh. You said Yes. The castle. I’m me, you’re you, Gytha’s upstairs with Magrat. That’s right.” She focused on the king. “Just a bit of ... of overtiredness there. Nothing to worry about. Nothing to worry about at all.”
Nanny Ogg looked doubtfully at Magrat’s preparation.you thought you’d got it sorted,” said the king.Granny Weatherwax blinked.“That’s right,” she said. “I said that. Yes. And I’m in the castle, aren’t I? Yes.”“Are you all right. Mistress Weatherwax?” said the king, his voice taut with sudden worry.“Fine, fine. Fine. In the castle. And the children are all right, too?”“Sorry?”She blinked again.“What?”“You don’t look well...”134LQRQ6 ft^O LftD/£6Granny screwed up her face and shook her head. “