The hammering stopped. Jason's voice, quite close, said:
“We're coming out now.”
“They're coming out now,” said Nanny
“What'd she say?”
“She said they're coming out now.”
“They're coming out now!”
The crowd pulled back. The doors swung open.
Granny emerged, leading the unicorn. It walked sedately, muscles moving under its white coat like frogs in oil. And its hooves clattered on the cobbles. Ridcully couldn't help noticing how they shone.
It walked politely alongside the witch until she reached the centre of the square. Then she turned it loose, and gave it a light slap on the rump.
It whinnied softly, turned, and galloped down the street, toward the forest. . .
Nanny Ogg appeared silently behind Granny Weatherwax as she watched it go.
“Silver shoes?” she said quietly “They'll last no time at all.”
“And silver nails. They'll last for long enough,” said Granny, speaking to the world in general. “And she'll never get it back, though she calls it for a thousand years.”
o;I know. My great-grandma's husband hammered it out of a tin bath and a couple of saucepans.”
“But you didn't think you ought to tell her that?”
“No.”
Granny nodded.
“Funny thing,” she said, “even when Magrat's completely different, she's just the same.”
Nanny Ogg produced a wooden spoon from somewhere in her apron. Then she raised her hat and carefully lifted down a bowl of cream, custard, and jelly which she had secreted there.[44]
“Huh. I really don't know why you pinches food the whole time,” said Granny. “Verence'd give you a bathful of the stuff if you asked. You know he don't touch custard himself.”
“More fun this way,” said Nanny. “I deserve a bit of fun.”
There was a rustling in the thick bushes and the unicorn burst through.
It was mad. It was angry. It was in a world where it did not belong. And it was being driven.
It pawed the ground a hundred yards away, and lowered its horn.
“Whoops,” said Nanny, dropping her just desserts. “Come on. There's a tree here, come on.”
Granny Weatherwax shook her head.
“No. I ain't runnin' this time. She couldn't get me before and she's tryin' through an animal, eh?”
“Will you look at the size of the horn on that thing?”
“I can see clear enough,” said Granny calmly.
The unicorn lowered its head and charged. Nanny Ogg reached the nearest tree with low branches and leapt upward. . .