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'That's a long time.'
'But we've been working on the ivory for only a week and it's going very well!' said the alchemist quickly.
Except for some side . He nodded to a figure bent over a cue.
'Er, Mr Silverfish—' he began.
'Quiet! Game on!' said the head alchemist, squinting at the white ball.
Sendivoge glanced at the score rail.
'Twenty-one points,' he said. 'My word. Perhaps we're adding just the right amount of camphor to the nitro-cellulose after all—'
There was a click. The cue ball rolled away, bounced off the cushion—effects which we'll doubtless soon be able to sort out.'He pushed open a door.It was a large room, heavily outfitted with the usual badly ventilated furnaces, rows of bubbling crucibles, and one stuffed alligator. Things floated in jars. The air smelled of a limited life expectancy.A lot of equipment had been moved away, however, to make room for a billiard table. Half a dozen alchemists were standing around it in the manner of men poised to run.'It's the third this week,' said Sendivoge, gloomily

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yeah? you even know who your father is, do you?'
'—that, while you must certainly celebrate your proud ethnic folkways, to profit by the example of my fellow officers here, who have sunk their ancient differences—'
'—I smash you head, attention to him. He turned.
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Lance-Constable Cuddy was upside down, because Lance-Constable Detritus was trying to bounce him on the cobbles by his helmet, although Lance-Constable Cuddy was putting the position to good effect by gripping Lance-Constable Detritus around the knee and trying to sink his teeth into Lance-Constable Detritus' ankle.
The opposing marchers watched in fascination.
'We should do something!' said Angua, from the guards' hiding place in the alley.
'Weeell,' said Sergeant Colon, slowly, 'it's always very tricky, ethnicyou roguesome dwarfs!''—for the greater benefit of—''—I could take you with one hand tied behind my back!''—the city, whose badge they are—'' —you get opportunity! I tie BOTH hands behind you back!''—proud and privileged to wear.''Aargh!''Ooow!'It dawned on Carrot that hardly anyone was paying any

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And no one even thought to leave a damn window
open! Can’t you hear them?”
“Hear what?”
Nanny looked around hurriedly and picked up a silver

candlestick.
Magrat snatched it out of her hand.
“This happens to be,” winding her arm back, “very nearly,”
taking aim, “Very slowly, she sat up. She focused on Magrat and
Nanny Ogg with some difficulty, and said:
“I wantzzz a bunzzch of flowerszz, a pot of honey, and
someone to szzzting.”my castle—“The candlestick flew up, turning end over end, and hit a big stained glass window right in the center.Fresh sunlight extruded down to the table, visibly mov-ing in the Disc’s slow magical field. And down it, like mar-bles down a chute, the bees cascaded.The swarm settled on the witch’s head, giving the impression of a very dangerous wig.“What did you—“ Ridcully began.“She’s going to swank about this for weeks,” said Nanny. “No one’s ever done it with bees. Their mind’s everywhere, see? Not just in one bee. In the whole swarm.”“What are you—“Granny Weatherwax’s fingers twitched.Her eyes flickered.

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wish the lady to come out,” it said. “You must say to her, if she does not come out, we will play with you some more.”
“What will you do to us if she does come out?” said Shawn.
“Oh, we shall still play with you,” said the elf. “That’s what makes it so much fun. But she must hope, must she not? Talk to her now.”
He was pushed up to the door. He knocked on it, in what he hoped was a respectful way.
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“Urn. Miss Queen?”
Magrat’s voice was muffled.
“Yes?”either side of the doorway, and one put his pointed ear to it.
Then it knelt down and peered through the keyhole, tak-ing care not to come too near the metal of the lock.
There was a sound no louder than a click. The elf remained motionless for a moment, and then keeled over gently, without a sound.“It’s me, Shawn.”“I know.”“I’m out here. Um. I think they’ve hurt Miss Tockley. Um. They say they’ll hurt me some more if you don’t come out. But you don’t have to come out because they daren’t come in there because of all the iron. So I shouldn’t listen to them if I was you.”There were some distant clankings, and then a twang.“Miss Magrat?”“Ask her,” said the elf, “if there is any food and water in there.”“Miss, they say—“One of the elves jerked him away. Two of them took up station

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with entire countries who get belligerent after one drink, and entire kingdoms who Have Broken Off Diplomatic Relations after what the Crown Prince Said About Our Sharon. Verence had managed to work that all out, but then there were the species to consider. Trolls and dwarfs got on all right in Lancre by the simple expedient of having nothing to do with one another, but too many of them under one roof, especially if drink was flowing, and espe-cially if it was flowing “They might give me answers. And then what would I do?”
“What did Granny want to talk to you about?”
“Oh . . . you know . .. things ...”
“It wasn’t about.. . sex, was it?”
Verence suddenly looked like a man who had been in the direction of the dwarfs, and people would Be Breaking People’s Arms Off because of what, more or less, Their Ancestors Said About Our Sharon.And then there’s other things .. .“How’s the girl they brought in?”“I’ve told Millie to keep an eye on her. What are they doing, those two?”“I don’t know.”You’re king, aren’t you?”Verence shifted uneasily.“But they’re witches. I don’t like to ask them questions.”“Why not?”

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“You haven’t, have you? And then you think you can just stroll down here and confound this girl, just like that?”
“I don’t know,” said Granny Weatherwax.
Nanny Ogg looked hard at her.
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“You don’t, do you?” she said, in a softer tone of voice. “Oh, well . . . you better sit down here, before you fall down. Suck an .”
After some eye contact. Nanny Ogg ambled across the square and met Perdita in the middle. The young would-be witch looked worried under her makeup. She held a black lace handkerchief in her hands, and was twisting it nervously.
“Morning, Mrs. Ogg,” she said.
“Afternoon, Agnes.”
“Um. What happens now?”orange. They’ll be here in a few minutes.”“No she won’t,” said Granny “She’ll be late.”“How d’you know?”“No good making an entrance if everyone isn’t there to see you, is it? That’s headology.”In fact the young coven arrived at twenty past twelve, and took up station on the steps of the market pentangle on the other side of the square.“Look at ‘em,” said Granny Weatherwax. “All in black, again.”“Well, we wear black too,” said Nanny Ogg the reasonable.“Only ‘cos it’s respectable and serviceable,” said Granny morosely. “Not because it’s romantic. Hah. The Lords and Ladies might as well be here already

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S'carrying something," he said eventually. "Sergeant? Go and bring that man here."
A few minutes later the sergeant returned.
"Says he'll meet you in the middle of the beach, sir," he reported.
"Didn't I tell you to bring him here?"
"He didn't want to come, sir."
"You've got a sword, haven't you?"
"Yessir. He was brought before a trestle table, behind which sat half a dozen large men in various military styles,
and one small olive-skinned man who was gutting a fish and grinning hopefully at everyone.
"Well, now," said Argavisti, "Cenobiarch of Omnia, eh?"
Brutha dropped Vorbis's body on to the sand. Their gaze followed it.
"I know him-” said Borvorius. "Vorbis! Someone Prodded him a bit, but he dint want to move, sir. And he's carrying a dead body, sir.""On a battlefield? It's not bring-your-own, you know.""And . . . sir?""What?""Says he's probably the Cenobiarch, sir. Wants to talk about a peace treaty.""Oh, he does? Peace treaty? We know about peace treaties with Omnia. Go and tell . . . no. Take a couple of men and bring him here."Brutha walked back between the soldiers, through the organized pandemonium of the camp. I ought to feel afraid, he thought. I was always afraid in the Citadel. But not now. This is through fear and out the other side.Occasionally one of the soldiers would give him a push. It's not allowed for an enemy to walk freely into a camp, even if he wants to.