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“That's all it is!” said Esk, horrified.
“All? It's a pretty big all,” said Granny, “But no, it isn't all. There's other stuff.”
“Can't you teach me?”
“All in good time. There's no call to go showing yourself yet.”
“Showing myself? Who to?”
Granny's eyes darted towards the shadows in the corners of the room.
“Never you mind.”
Then even the last lingering tails of snow had gone and the spring gales roared around the mountains. The air in the forest began to smell of leaf mould and turpentine. A few early flowers braved the night frosts, and the bees started to fly.
“Now bees,” said Granny Weatherwax, “is real magic.”
She carefully lifted the lid of the first hive.
“Your bees,” she went on, “is your mead, your wax, your bee gum, your honey. A wonderful thing is your bee. Ruled by a queen, too,” she added, with a touch of approval.
“Don't they sting you?” said Esk, standing back a little. Bees boiled out of the comb and overflowed the rough wooden sides of the box.
“Hardly ever,” said Granny. “You wanted magic. Watch.”
She put a hand into the struggling mass of insects and made a shrill, faint piping noise at the back of her throat. There was a movement in the mass, and a large bee, longer and fatter than the others, crawled on to her hand. A few workers followed it, stroking it and generally ministering to it.
“How did you do that?” said Esk.
“Ah,” said Granny, “Wouldn't you like to know?”
“Yes. I would. That's why I asked, Granny,” said Esk, severely.
“Do you think I used magic?”
Esk looked down at the queen bee. She looked up at the witch. “No,” she said, “I think you just know a lot about bees.”
Granny grinned.
“Exactly correct. That's one form of magic, of course.”
“What, just knowing things?”
“Knowing things that other people don't know,” said Granny. She carefully dropped the queen back among her subjects and closed the lid of the hive.
“And I think it's time you learned a few secrets,” she added.
At last, thought Esk.
“But first, we must pay our respects to the Hive,” said Granny. She managed to sound the capital H.
Without thinking, Esk bobbed a curtsey.
Granny's hand clipped the back of her head.
“Bow, I told you,” she said, without rancor. “Witches bow.” She demonstrated.
“But why?” complained Esk.
