'Well,' said Nanny Ogg, social tutor, 'what you do is, you tap men with your fan - got your fan? - and say things like “La, sir!” It helps to giggle, too. And flutter your eyelashes a bit. And pout.'
'How am I supposed to pout?'
Nanny Ogg demonstrated.
'Yuk!'
'Don't worry,' said Granny. 'We'll be there too.'
'And that's supposed to make me feel better, is it?'
Nanny reached behind Magrat and grabbed Granny's shoulder. Her lips formed the words: Won't work. She's all to pieces. No confidence.
Granny nodded.
'Perhaps I ought to do it,' said Nanny, in a loud voice. 'I'm experienced at balls. I bet if I wore my hair long and wore the mask and them shiny shoes and we hemmed up the dress a foot no one'd know the difference, what do you say?'
Magrat was so overawed by the sheer fascinating picture of this that she obeyed unthinkingly when Granny Weatherwax said, 'Look at me, Magrat Garlick.'
The pumpkin coach entered the palace drive at high speed, scattering horses and pedestrians, and braked by the steps in a shower of gravel.
'That was fun,' said Greebo. And then lost interest.
A couple of flunkies bustled forward to open the door, and were nearly thrown back by the sheer force of the arrogance that emanated from within.
'Hurry up, peasants!'
Magrat swept out, pushing the major-domo away. She gathered up her skirts and ran up the red carpet. At the top, a footman was unwise enough to ask her for her ticket.
'You impertinent lackeyl'
The footman, recognizing instantly the boundless bad manners of the well-bred, backed away quickly.
Down by the coach, Nanny Ogg said, 'You don't think you might have overdone it a little bit?'
'I had to,' said Granny. 'You know what she's like.'
'How are we going to get in? We ain't got tickets. And we ain't dressed properly, either.'
'Get the broomsticks down off the rack,' said Granny. 'We're going straight to the top.'
They touched down on the battlements of a tower overlooking the palace grounds. The strains of courtly music drifted up from below, and there was the occasional pop and flare of fireworks from the river.
Granny opened a likely-looking door in the tower and descended the circular stairs, which led to a landing.
'Posh carpet on the floor,' said Nanny. 'Why's it on the walls too ?'
'Them's tapestries,' said Granny.
'Cor,' said Nanny. 'You live and learn. Well, I do anyway.'
Granny stopped with her hand on a doorknob.
'What do you mean by that?' she said.
'Well, I never knew you had a sister.'
'We never talked about her.'