Witches Abroad (Discworld 12)

'No, they ain't. They're lovely and snug.'

And another silence. Then:

'Boots! Your boots! You've got your boots on!'

'I should just think I 'ave got my boots on, Gytha Ogg.'

'And your clothes! You haven't even undressed!'

'You can't be too careful in foreign parts. There could be all sorts out there, a-creepin' around.'

Magrat snuggled under the - what was it? - duvit, and turned over. Granny Weatherwax appeared to need one hour's sleep a night, whereas Nanny Ogg would snore on a fence rail.

'Gytha? Gytha! GYTHA!'

'Wha'?'

'Are you awake?'

' 'M now . . .'

'I keep 'earing a noise!'

'. . . so do I . . .'

Magrat dozed for a while.

'Gytha? GYTHA!'

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'. . . wha' now? . . .'

'I'm sure someone rattled our shutters!'

'. . . not at our time of life . . . now g' back t' slee'. . .'

The air in the room was getting hotter and stuffier by the minute. Magrat got out of bed, unbolted the shutters and flung them back dramatically.

There was a grunt, and a distant thud of something hitting the ground.

The full moon streamed in. She felt a lot better for that, and got back into bed.

It seemed no time at all before the voice from next door woke her again.

'Gytha Ogg, what are you doing?'

'I'm 'aving a snack.'

'Can't you sleep?'

'Just can't seem to be able to get off, Esme,' said Nanny Ogg. 'Can't imagine why.'

'Here, that's garlic sausage you're eating! I'm actually sharing a bed with someone eating garlic sausage.'

'Hey, that's mine! Give it back - '

Magrat was aware of booted footsteps in the pit of the night, and the sound of a shutter being swung back in the next room.