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walking rocks.
He'd sought advice about troll food from Chryso-prase, who was also a troll, although you'd hardly know it any more, he'd been around pies! Get them while they're hot!'
This was by way of a warm up. The chances of a human eating anything off Dibbler's barrow unless it was stamped flat and pushed under the door after two weeks on a starvation diet was, by now, remote. He looked around conspiratorially – there were always trolls working in the docks – and took the cover off a fresh tray.
Now then, what was it? Oh, yes . . .humans so long he wore a suit now and, as he said, had learned all kindsa civilized things, like extortion, money-lending at 300 per cent interest per munf, and stuff like that. Chrysoprase might have been born in a cave above the snowline on some mountain somewhere, but five minutes in Ankh-Morpork and he'd fitted right in. Dibbler liked to think of Chrysoprase as a friend; you'd hate to think of him as an enemy.Throat had chosen today to give his new approach a try. He pushed his hot food barrow through streets broad and narrow, crying:'Sausages! Hot sausages! Inna bun! Meat

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'And that was in a tree.'
'Where are we?'
'Not even a tree near here. What?'
Gaspode sniffed the air. His nose could read the city in a way reminiscent of Captain Vimes' educated soles.
'Junction of Scoone Avenue and Prouts,' he said.
'Trail's dying bear across the snow, wearing the landscape like a skin—
Gaspode glanced sideways. Angua was sitting on her haunches, staring.
'Yer tongue's hanging out,' he said.
'What? . . . So? So what? That's natural. I'm panting.'
'Har, har.'
Carrot noticed them, and stopped.
'Why, it's the little mongrel dog,' he said.out. It's mixed up with too much other stuff.'Angua sniffed around for a while. Someone had come up here, but too many people had crossed the trail. The sharp smell was still there, but only as a suggestion in the welter of conflicting scents.She was aware of an overwhelming smell of approaching soap. She'd noticed it before, but only as a woman and only as a faint whiff. As a quadruped, it seemed to fill the world.Corporal Carrot was walking up the road, looking thoughtful. He wasn't looking where he was going, however, but he didn't need to. People stood aside for Corporal Carrot.It was the first time she'd seen him through these eyes. Good grief. How did people not notice it? He walked through the city like a tiger through tall grass, or a hubland

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was just going back to the Guild,' said Beano.
The hooded that hard! I only wanted you out of the way!'
'Why'd you have to hit me at all?'
And then the feeling stole over Beano that Edward wasn't exactly looking at him, and certainly wasn't talking to him.
He glanced at the ground, and experienced that peculiar sensation known only to the recently dead -horror at what you see lying in front of you, followed by the nagging question: so who's doing the looking?
KNOCK KNOCK.
He looked up. 'Who's there?'figure nodded.'Are you OK?' said Beano.'I'm sorry about th-is,' it said. 'But it is for the good of the city. It is nothing p-ersonal.'He stepped behind the clown. Beano felt a crunch, and then his own personal internal universe switched off.Then he sat up.'Ow,' he said, 'that hur—'But it didn't.Edward d'Eath was looking down at him with a horrified expression.'Oh . . . I didn't mean to hit you

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thought you’d say that.”
“We don’t want the world. Just this little kingdom will do. And we will take it, whether it wants us or not.”
“Over my dead body, madam.”
“If that is a condition.”
The Queen lashed out mentally, like a cat.
Granny Weatherwax winced, and leaned backward for a moment.
“Madam?”
“Yes?” said the Queen.
“There aren’t see where it led. So I had to learn. All my life. The hard way. And the hard way’s pretty hard, but not so hard as the easy way. I learned. From the trolls and the dwarfs and from peo-ple. Even from pebbles.”
The Queen lowered her voice.
“You will not be killed,” she whispered. “I promise you that. You’ll be left alive, to dribble and gibber and soil your-self and wander from door to door for scraps. And they’ll say: there goes the mad old any rules, are there?”“Rules? What are rules?” said the Queen.“I thought so,” said Granny. “Gytha Ogg?”Nanny managed to turn her head.“Yes, Esme?”“My box. You know. The one in the dresser. You’ll know what to do.”Granny Weatherwax smiled. The Queen swayed side-ways, as if she’d been slapped.“You have learned,” she said.“Oh, yes. You know I never entered your circle. I could woman.”
“They say that now,” said Granny Weatherwax. “They think I can’t hear.”

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Ain’t sure,” said Granny. “All I know is, if she don’t want me to go there, that’s where I’m going. But I hadn’t bargained on you tumin’ up and having a rush of blood to the heart. Come on.”
Ridcully wrung out his robe. A lot of the sequins had come off. He removed his hat and unscrewed the point.
Headgear picks up rations. And the tip unscrewed to dispense an adequate sup-ply of spirituous liquors for use in emergencies, such as when Ridcully was thirsty.
Ridcully waved the small pointed cup at Granny.
“Brandy?” he said.
“What have you got on your head?”
Ridcully felt his pate gingerly.
202morphic vibrations. Quite a lot of trou-ble had once been caused in Unseen University by a former Archchancellor’s hat, which had picked up too many magical vibrations after spending so much time on wizardly heads and had developed a personality of its very own. Ridcully had put a stop to this by having his own hat made to particular specifica-tions by an Ankh-Morpork firm of completely insane hatters.It was not a normal wizard hat. Few wizards have ever made much use of the pointy bit, except maybe to keep the odd pair of socks in it. But Ridcully’s hat had small cup-boards. It had surprises. It had four telescopic legs and a roll of oiled silk in the brim that extended downward to make a small but serviceable tent, and a patent spirit stove just above it. It had inner pockets with three days’ supply of iron

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She’s not to be left alone,” Granny persisted.
“There’ll be plenty of people around,” said Verence.
“The guests start arriving tomorrow.”
“Being alone isn’t the same as not having other people around,” said Granny.
“This is a .
Elves are glamorous. They project glamour.
Elves are enchanting. They weave enchantment.
Elves are terrific. They beget terror.
The thing about words is that meanings can twist just like a snake, and if you want to find snakes look for them behind words that have changed their meaning.castle. Granny.”“Right. Well. We won’t keep you, then,” said Granny.“Come, Gytha.”Nanny Ogg helped herself to an elderly lamb chop from under one of the silver covers, and waved it vaguely at the royal pair.“Have fun,” she said. “Insofar as that’s possible.”“Gytha!”“Coming.”Elves are wonderful. They provoke wonder.Elves are marvellous. They cause marvels.Elves are fantastic. They create fantasies

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Nanny Ogg, holding out a bowl with a
cloth over it, “I’ve brung you some—“
Granny
“This is witchcraft,” said Granny Weatherwax. “It’s not... it’s not a game of conkers. Oh, deary, deary me.”
She walked along the very short row of trembling girls.
“What’s your name, girl?”
“Magenta Frottidge, ma’am.”
“I bet that’s not what your mum calls you?”
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