'You nearly are,' said Nanny. 'Come on. We've passed the fire. I don't think there'll be anything else.'
They found her in a cavern. It had sand on the floor, smooth and unmarked by anything except one set of footprints. Her hat had been placed neatly beside her. Her head rested on a rolled-up sack. She held a card in stiff hands.
It read:
GOE AWAY
'That's not very helpful,' said Magrat, and sat down with the baby across her lap. 'After all this, too.'
'Can't We wake her up?' said Agnes.
'That's dangerous,' said Nanny Ogg. 'Trying to call her back when she ain't ready to come? Tricky.'
'Well, can we at least take her out of here?'
'She won't bend round corners but, hah, maybe we could use her as a bridge,' said Nanny. 'No, she came here for a reason...'
She pulled the sack out from under Granny's head, which did not move, and opened it.
'Wrinkly apple, bottle of water and a cheese sandwich you could bend horseshoes round,' she said. 'And her old box.'
She set it down on the floor between them.
'What is in there?' said Agnes.
'Oh, keepsakes. Memorororabiliha, like I said. That sort of thing,' said Nanny. 'She always says it's full of things she's got no further use for.' She drummed her fingers on the box as if accompanying a thought on the piano, and then picked it up.
'Should you do that?' said Agnes.
'No,' said Nanny. She lifted out a bundle of papers tied with ribbon and put them on one side.
They all saw the light shining up from underneath. Nanny reached in and took out a small glass medicine bottle, tightly corked, and held it up. A little glow inside was quite bright in the gloom of the cave.
'Seen this bottle before,' said Nanny. 'She's got all kinds of odds and ends in here. Never noticed it glowing, though.'
Agnes took the bottle. Inside there was what looked like a piece of fern, or... no, it was a feather, quite black except for the very tip, which was as yellow and bright as a candle flame.
'Do you know what it is?'
'No. She's always pickin' up stuff. She's had the bottle a long time, 'cos I've seen it in there-'
'I faw her fick it uff-' Magrat removed a safetypin from her mouth. 'I saw her pick that thing up years ago,' she tried again. 'It was around this time of year, too. We were walking back through the woods and there was a shooting star and this sort of light fell off it and we went to look and there it was. It looked like a flame but she was able to pick it up.'
'Sounds like a firebird feather,' said Nanny. 'There used to be old stories about them. They pass through here. But if you touch their feathers you'd better be damn sure of yourself, because the old stories say they burn in the presence of evil-'
'Firebird? You mean a phoenix?' said Agnes. 'Hodgesaargh was going on about one.'
'Haven't seen one go over for years,' said Nanny. 'Sometimes you'd see two or three at a time when I was a girl, just lights flying high up in the sky.'
'No, no, the phoenix... there's only one of it, that's the whole point,' said Agnes.
'One of anything's no bloody use,' said Nanny.
Granny Weatherwax smacked her lips, like someone emerging from a very deep sleep. Her eyelids flickered.
'Ah, I knew opening her box'd work,' said Nanny happily.
Granny Weatherwax's eyes opened. She stared straight up for a moment, and then swivelled them towards Nanny Ogg.