'Well, at least it should last,' said Granny.
The rock extended a head and gave her a look of mild amusement.
'It's a tortoyse,' said Magrat. 'I bought it down in Sheep-ridge market. It's incredibly old and knows many secrets, the man said.'
'I know that man,' said Granny. 'He's the one who sells goldfish that tarnish after a day or two.'
'Anyway, I shall call him Lightfoot,' said Magrat, her voice warm with defiance. 'I can if I want.'
'Yes, yes, all right, I'm sure,' said Granny. 'Anyway, how goes it, sisters? It is two months since last we met.'
'It should be every new moon,' said Magrat sternly. 'Regular.'
'It was our Grame's youngest's wedding,' said Nanny Ogg. 'Couldn't miss it.'
'And I was up all night with a sick goat,' said Granny Weatherwax promptly.
'Yes, well,' said Magrat doubtfully. She rummaged in her bag. 'Anyway, if we're going to start, we'd better light the candles.'
The senior witches exchanged a resigned glance.
'But we got this lovely new lamp our Tracie sent me,' said Nanny Ogg innocently. 'And I was going to poke up the fire a bit.'
'I have excellent night vision, Magrat,' said Granny sternly. 'And you've been reading them funny books. Grimmers.'
'Grimoires—'
'You ain't going to draw on the floor again, neither,' warned Nanny Ogg. 'It took our Dreen days to clean up all those wossnames last time—'
'Runes,' said Magrat. There was a look of pleading in her eyes. 'Look, just one candle?'
'All right,' said Nanny Ogg, relenting a bit. 'If it makes you feel any better. Just the one, mind. And a decent white one. Nothing fancy.'
Magrat sighed. It probably wasn't a good idea to bring out the rest of the contents of her bag.
'We ought to get a few more here,' she said sadly. 'It's not right, a coven of three.'
'I didn't know we was still a coven. No-one told me we was still a coven,' sniffed Granny Weatherwax. 'Anyway, there's no-one else this side of the mountain, excepting old Gammer Dismass, and she doesn't get out these days.'
'But a lot of young girls in my village . . .' said Magrat. 'You know. They could be keen.'
'That's not how we do it, as well you know,' said Granny disapprovingly. 'People don't go and find witchcraft, it comes and finds them.'
'Yes, yes,' said Magrat. 'Sorry.'
'Right,' said Granny, slightly mollified. She'd never mastered the talent for apologising, but she appreciated it in other people.
'What about this new duke, then,' said Nanny, to lighten the atmosphere.
Granny sat back. 'He had some houses burned down in Bad Ass,' she said. 'Because of taxes.'
'How horrible,' said Magrat.
'Old Kind Verence used to do that,' said Nanny. 'Terrible temper he had.'
'He used to let people get out first, though,' said Granny.
'Oh yes,' said Nanny, who was a staunch royalist. 'He could be very gracious like that. He'd pay for them to be rebuilt, as often as not. If he remembered.'