'Gytha!'
'Did I say I wasn't coming? I was just pointing out - '
'Now!'
'Can I just ask the man to get me ano- '
'Gytha!'
The witches were halfway up the street when a coach rattled out of the driveway and trundled away.
'That can't be it!' said Magrat. 'We got rid of it!'
'We ort to have chopped it up,' said Nanny. 'There's good eating on a pumpk-'
'They've got us,' said Granny, slowing down to a stop.
'Can't you get into the minds of the horses?' said Magrat.
The witches concentrated.
'They ain't horses,' said Nanny. 'They feel like ..."
'Rats turned into horses,' said Granny, who was even better at getting into people's minds than she was at getting under their skins. 'They feel like that poor old wolf. Minds like a firework display.' She winced at the taste of them in her own head.
'I bet,' said Granny, thoughtfully, as the coach skidded around the corner, 'I bet I could make the wheels fall right off.'
'That's not the way,' said Magrat. 'Anyway, Ella's in there!'
'There may be another way,' said Nanny. 'I know someone who could get inside them minds right enough.'
'Who?' said Magrat.
'Well, we've still got our brooms,' said Nanny. 'It should be easy to overtake it, right?'
The witches landed in an alleyway a few minutes ahead of the coach.
'I don't hold with this,' said Granny. 'It's the sort of thing Lily does. You can't expect me to like this. Think of that wolf!'
Nanny lifted Greebo out of his nest among the bristles.
'But Greebo's nearly human anyway," she said.
'Hah!'
'And it'll only be temp'ry, even with the three of us doing it,' she said. 'Anyway, it'll be int'resting to see if it works.'
'Yes, but it's wrong,' said Granny.
'Not for these parts, it seems,' said Nanny.
'Besides,' said Magrat virtuously, 'it can't be bad if we're doing it. We're the good ones.'
'Oh yes, so we is,' said Granny, 'and there was me forgetting it for a minute there.'
Nanny stood back. Greebo, aware that something was expected of him, sat up.
'You must admit we can't think of anything better, Granny,' said Magrat.