Witches Abroad (Discworld 12)
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'No. Not Fate,' said Magrat darkly.
Nanny Ogg shivered.
'Come on,' said Magrat. 'We can't let her do it.'
'It's her eggo,' said Nanny Ogg weakly. 'Terrible thing, a big eggo.'
'I got,' said Granny, 'three little pictures of kings and suchlike and three of them funny number one cards.'
The three men beamed and winked at one another.
'That's Triple Onion!' said the one who had introduced Granny to the table, and who had turned out to be called Mister Frank.
'And that's good, is it?' said Granny.
'It means you win yet again, dear lady!' He pushed a pile of pennies towards her.
'Gosh,' said Granny. 'That means I've got . . . what would it be ... almost five dollars now?'
'Can't understand it,' said Mister Frank. 'It must be the famous beginner's luck, eh?'
'Soon be poor men if it goes on like this,' said one of his companions.
'She'll have the coats off our backs, right enough,' said the third man. 'Haha.'
'Think we should give up right now,' said Mister Frank. 'Haha.'
'Haha.'
'Haha.'
'Oh, I want to go on,' said Granny, grinning anxiously. 'I'm just getting the hang of it.'
'Well, you'd better give us a sporting chance to win a little bit back, haha,' said Mister Frank. 'Haha.'
'Haha.'
'Haha.'
'Haha. What about half a dollar a stake? Haha?'
'Oh, I reckon she'll want a dollar a stake, a sporting lady like her,' said the third man.
'Haha!'
Granny looked down at her pile of pennies. For a moment she looked uncertain and then, they could see, she realized: how much could she lose, the way the cards were going?
'Yes!' she said. 'A dollar a stake!' She blushed. 'This is exciting, isn't it!'
'Yeah,' said Mister Frank. He drew the pack towards him.
There was a horrible noise. All three men stared at the bar, where shards of mirror were cascading to the floor.
'What happened?'
Granny gave him a sweet old smile. She hadn't appeared to look around.
'I reckon the glass he was polishing must of slipped out of his hand and smashed right into the mirror,' she said. 'I do hope he don't have to pay for it out of his wages, the poor boy.'