Page 166 of Witches Abroad (Discworld 12)

'I don't reckon,' she said, 'that many people goes away without paying.'

'No.'

After another pause Nanny Ogg said: 'I 'spects some of 'em tries to pay with gold and jewels and scented ungulants and stuff like that?'

'No.'

'Amazin'.'

Nanny Ogg sat in silence for a while, listening to the distant noises of the market and summoning her powers.

'What's it called?'

'Gumbo.'

'It's good.'

'I know.'

'I reckon anyone who could cook like that could do anything' - Nanny Ogg concentrated - 'Mrs . . . Gogol.'

She waited.

'Pretty near, Mrs Ogg.'

The two women stared at one another's shadowy outline, like plotters who had given the sign and countersign and were waiting to see what would happen next.

'Where I come from, we call it witchcraft,' said Nanny, under her breath.

'Where I come from, we call it voodoo,' said Mrs Gogol.

Nanny's wrinkled forehead wrinkled still further.

'Ain't that all messin' with dolls and dead people and stuff?' she said.

'Ain't witchcraft all runnin' around with no clothes on and stickin' pins in people?' said Mrs Gogol levelly.

'Ah,' said Nanny. 'I sees what you mean.'

She shifted uneasily. She was a fundamentally honest woman.

'I got to admit, though . . .' she added, 'sometimes . . . maybe just one pin . . .'

Mrs Gogol nodded gravely. 'Okay. Sometimes . . . maybe just one zombie,' she said.

'But only when there ain't no alternative.'

'Sure. When there ain't no alternative.'

'When . . . you know . . . people ain't showing respect, like.'

'When the house needs paintin'.'

Nanny grinned, toothily. Airs Gogol grinned, outnumbering her in teeth by a factor of thirty.

'My full name's Gytha Ogg,' she said. 'People calls me Nanny.'

'My full name's Erzulie Gogol,' said Mrs Gogol. 'People call me Mrs Gogol.'

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