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Magrat and Nanny Ogg were waiting for her as she swept out.
'Here's your broom,' she snapped. 'And I hopes you've got all your stuff together, 'cos we're leaving.'
'Why?' said Magrat.
'Because as soon as it gets quiet, some men are going to come looking for us.'
They scurried after her towards their tiny cabin.
'You weren't using magic?" said Magrat.
'No.'
'And not cheating?' said Nanny Ogg.
'No. Just headology,' said Granny.
'Where did you learn to play like that?' Nanny demanded.
Granny stopped. They cannoned into her.
'Remember last winter, when Old Mother Dismass was taken really bad and I went and sat up with her every night for almost a month?'
'Yes?'
'You sit up every night dealing Cripple Mister Onion with someone who's got a detached retina in her second sight and you soon learn how to play,' said Granny.
Dear Jason and everyone,
What you get more of in foreign parts is smells, I am getting good at them. Esme is shouting at everyone, I think she thinks they're beinforeinjust to Spite her, don't know when I last saw her enjoi herselfe so much. Mind you they need a good Shakin up if you ask me, for lunch we stopped somehwere and they did Steak Tartere and they acted VERY snooty just becos I wanted myne well done. All the best, MUM
The moon was closer here.
The orbit of the Discworld's moon meant that it was quite high when it passed over the high Ramtops. Here, nearer to the Rim, it was bigger And more orange.
'Like a pumpkin,' said Nanny Ogg.
'I thought we said we weren't going to mention
in
pumpkins,' said Magrat.
'Well, we didn't have any supper,' said Nanny.
And there was another thing. Except during the height of summer the witches weren't used to warm nights. It didn't seem right, gliding along under a big orange moon over dark foliage that clicked and buzzed and whirred with insects.
'We must be far enough from the river now,' said Magrat. 'Can't we land, Granny? No-one could have followed us!'
Granny Weatherwax looked down. The river in this countryside meandered in huge glistening curves, taking twenty miles to cover five. The land between the snaking water was a patchwork of hillsides and woodlands. A distant glow might have been Genua itself.
'Riding a broomstick all night is a right pain in the itinerant,' said Nanny.
'Oh, all right.'
'There's a town over there,' said Magrat. 'And a castle.'
'Oh, not another one . . .'
