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'A fiery white charger would have been favourite,' said Nanny Ogg. 'You know. Caparisoned, and that.'
'Has he got a magic sword?' said Magrat, craning to see.
Granny Weatherwax sat back.
'You're a disgrace, the pair of you,' she said. 'I don't know – magic chargers, fiery swords. Ogling away like a couple of milkmaids.'
'A magic sword is important,' said Magrat. 'You've got to have one. We could make him one,' she added wistfully. 'Out of thunderbolt iron. I've got a spell for that. You take some thunderbolt iron,' she said uncertainly, sense, he's got to come five hundred miles across difficult country, anything could happen.
I daresay the armour and swords is in the carts.'and then you make a sword out of it.''I can't be having with that old stuff,' said Granny. 'You can wait days for the damn things to hit and then they nearly take your arm off.''And a strawberry birthmark,' said Nanny Ogg, ignoring the interruption.The other two looked at her expectantly.'A strawberry birthmark,' she repeated. 'It's one of those things you've got to have if you're a prince coming to claim your kingdom. That's so's everyone will know. O'course, I don't know how they know it's strawberry.''Can't abide strawberries,' said Granny vaguely, quizzing the crystal again.In its cracked green depths, smelling of bygone lobsters, a minute Tomjon kissed his parents, shook hands or hugged the rest of the company, and climbed aboard the leading latty.It must of worked, she told herself. Else he wouldn't be coming here, would he? All those others must be his trusty band of good companions. After all, common