'Then you must be alive.'
'Everyone's alive,' said Granny. 'It's a trick dagger. Actors probably can't be trusted with real ones.'
'After all, they can't even keep a cauldron clean,' said Nanny.
'Whether everyone is alive or not is a matter for me,' said the duchess. 'As ruler it is my pleasure to decide. Clearly my husband has lost his wits.' She turned to her soldiers. 'And I decree—'
'Now!' hissed King Verence in Granny's ear. 'Now!'
Granny Weatherwax drew herself up.
'Be silent, woman!' she said. 'The true King of Lancre stands before you!'
She clapped Tomjon on the shoulder.
'What, him?'
'Who, me?'
'Ridiculous,' said the duchess. 'He's a mummer, of sorts.'
'She's right, miss,' said Tomjon, on the edge of panic. 'My father runs a theatre, not a kingdom.'
'He is the true king. We can prove it,' said Granny.
'Oh, no,' said the duchess. 'We're not having that. There's no mysterious returned heirs in this kingdom. Guards – take him.'
Granny Weatherwax held up a hand. The soldiers lurched from foot to foot, uncertainly.
'She's a witch, isn't she?' said one of them, tentatively.
'Certainly,' said the duchess.
The guards shifted uneasily.
'We seen where they turn people into newts,' said one.
'And then shipwreck them.'
'Yeah, and alarum the divers.'
'Yeah.'
'We ought to talk about this. We ought to get extra for witches.'
'She could do anything to us, look. She could be a drabe, even.'
'Don't be foolish,' said the duchess. 'Witches don't do that sort of thing. They're just stories to frighten people.'
The guard shook his head.
'It looked pretty convincing to me.'
'Of course it did, it was meant—' the duchess began.
She sighed, and snatched a spear out of the guard's hand.
'I'll show you the power of these witches,' she said, and hurled it at Granny's face.