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Wrowwl.'
'No problem ... no problem . . . but Sir has forgotten Sir's mask . . .'
'Wrowwl?'
The butler waved frantically to a side-table piled high with masks.
'The Duc requested that everyone here is masked,' said the butler. 'Er. I wonder if Sir would find something here to his liking?'
There's always a few of them, he thought to himself. It says 'Masque' in big curly letters on the invite, in gold yet, but there's always a few buggers who thinks it means it's from someone called Maskew. This one was quite likely looting towns when he should have been learning to read.
The greasy man stared at the masks. All the good ones had been taken by earlier arrivals, but that didn't seem to dismay him.
He pointed.
'Want that one,' he said.
'Er ... a ... very good choice, my lord. Allow me to help you on - '
'Wrowwl!'
The butler backed away, clutching at his own arm.
The man glared at him, then dropped the mask over his head and squinted out through an eyehole at a mirror.
Damn odd, the butler thought. I mean, it's not the kind of mask the men choose. They go for skulls and birds and bulls and stuff like that. Not cats.
The odd thing was that the mask had just been a pretty ginger cat head when it was on the table. On its wearer it was . . . still a cat head, only a lot more so, and somehow slightly more feline and a lot nastier than it should have been.
'Aaalwaaays waanted to bee ginger,' said the man.
'On you it looks good, sir,' trilled the butler.
The cat-headed man turned his head this way and that, clearly in love with what he was seeing.
Greebo yowled softly and happily to himself and ambled into the ball. He wanted something to eat, someone to fight, and then . . . well, he'd have to see.
For wolves and pigs and bears, thinking that they're human is a tragedy. For a cat, it's an experience.
Besides, this new shape was a lot more fun. No-one had thrown an old boot at him for over ten minutes.
The two witches looked around the room.
'Odd,' said Nanny Ogg. 'Not what I'd expect in, you know, a royal bedroom.'
'Is it a royal bedroom?'
'There's a crown on the door.'
'Oh.'
Granny looked around at the decor.
'What do you know about royal bedrooms?' she said, more or less for something to say. 'You've never been in a royal bedroom.'
'I might have been,' said Nanny.
'You never have!'
