'Our crown looked really tatty compared to the others!'
'It just goes to show, doesn't it,' said Granny. 'Did anyone see you?'
'No, everyone was too busy, but—' Magrat hesitated, and blushed.
'Out with it, girl.'
'Just after that a man came up and pinched my bottom.' Magrat went a deep crimson and slapped her hand over her mouth.
'Did he?' said Granny. 'And then what?'
'And then, and then—'
'Yes?'
'He said, he said—'
'What did he say?'
'He said, “Hallo, my lovely, what are you doing tonight?” '
Granny ruminated on this for a while and then she said, 'Old Goodie Whemper, she didn't get out and about much, did she?'
'It was her leg, you know,' said Magrat.
'But she taught you all the midwifery and everything?'
'Oh, yes, that,' said Magrat. 'I done lots.'
'But—' Granny hesitated, groping her way across unfamiliar territory – 'she never talked about what you might call the previous.'
'Sorry?'
'You know,' said Granny, with an edge of desperation in her voice. 'Men and such.'
Magrat looked as if she was about to panic. 'What about them?'
Granny Weatherwax had done many unusual things in her time, and it took a lot to make her refuse a challenge. But this time she gave in.
'I think,' she said helplessly, 'that it might be a good idea if you have a quiet word with Nanny Ogg one of these days. Fairly soon.'
There was a cackle of laughter from the window behind them, a chink of glasses, and a thin voice raised in song: —with a giraffe, If you stand on a stool. But the hedgehog—' Granny stopped listening. 'Only not just now,' she added.
The troupe got under way a few hours before sunset, their four carts lurching off down the road that led towards the Sto plains and the big cities. Lancre had a town rule that all mummers, mountebanks and other potential criminals were outside the gates by sundown; it didn't offend anyone really because the town had no walls to speak of, and no-one much minded if people nipped back in again after dark. It was the look of the thing that counted.
The witches watched from Magrat's cottage, using Nanny Ogg's ancient green crystal ball.
'It's about time you learned how to get sound on this thing,' Granny muttered. She gave it a nudge, filling the image with ripples.
'It was very strange,' said Magrat. 'In those carts. The things they had! Paper trees, and all kinds of costumes, and—' she waved her hands – 'there was this great big picture of forn parts, with all temples and things all rolled up. It was beautiful.'
Granny grunted.
'I thought it was amazing the way all those people became kings and things, didn't you? It was like magic.'
'Magrat Garlick, what are you saying? It was just paint and paper. Anyone could see that.'
Magrat opened her mouth to speak, ran the ensuing argument through her head, and shut it again.