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They drank in silence. Eventually Granny said, 'Well, Magrat. You know all about the coven business. We might as well do it right. What do we do next?'
Magrat hesitated. She wasn't up to suggesting dancing naked.
'There's a song,' she said. 'In praise of the full moon.'
'It ain't full,' Granny pointed out. 'It's wossname. Bulging.'
'Gibbous,' said Nanny obligingly.
'I think it's in praise of full moons in general,' Magrat hazarded. 'And then we have to raise our consciousness. It reallyThe corridor became slightly darker as the more intense darkness inside the room spilled out and mingled with the rather lighter darkness already there. ought to be full moon for that, I'm afraid. Moons are very important.'Granny gave her a long, calculating look.'That's modern witchcraft for you, is it?' she said.'It's part of it, Granny. There's a lot more.'Granny Weatherwax sighed. 'Each to her own, I suppose. I'm blowed if I'll let a ball of shiny rock tell me what to do.''Yes, bugger all that,' said Nanny. 'Let's curse somebody.' The Fool crept cautiously along the nighttime corridors. He wasn't taking any chances either. Magrat had given him a graphic account of Greebo's general disposition, and the Fool had borrowed a couple of gloves and a sort of metal wimple from the castle's store of hereditary chain mail.He reached the lumber room, lifted the latch cautiously, pushed the door and then flung himself against the wall.
Monday, 16 March 2009
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