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'No.'
'The Old (Masculine) River,' said Nanny.
'Yes?'
'Words have sex in foreign parts,' said Nanny, hopefully.
Granny didn't budge.
'Wouldn't be at all surprised,' she murmured. Nanny sagged.
'That's one of Desiderata's books, isn't it?'
'Yes,' said Granny. She licked her thumb decorously and turned the page.
'Where's Magrat gone?'
'She's having a lie-down in the cabin,' said Granny, without looking up.
'Tummy upset?'
'It's her head this time. Now be quiet, Gytha. I'm having a read.'
'What about?' said Nanny cheerfully.
Granny Weatherwax sighed, and put her finger on the page to mark her place.
'This place we're going to,' she said. 'Genua. Desiderata says it's decadent.'
Nanny Ogg's smile remained fixed.
'Yes?' she said. 'That's good, is it? I've never been to a city before.'
Granny Weatherwax paused. She'd been pondering for some while. She wasn't at all certain about the meaning of the word 'decadent'. She'd dismissed the possibility that it meant 'having ten teeth' in the same sense that Nanny Ogg, for example, was unident. Whatever it meant, it was something Desiderata had felt necessary to write down. Granny Weatherwax did not generally trust books as a means of information, but now she had no choice.
She had a vague idea that 'decadent' had something to do with not opening the curtains all day.
'She says it's also a city of art, wit and culture,' said Granny.
'We shall be all right there, then,' said Nanny confidently.
'Particularly noted for the beauty of its women, she says here.'
'We shall fade right in, no trouble.'
Granny turned the pages carefully. Desiderata had paid close attention to affairs all over the Disc. On the other hand, she hadn't been writing for readers other than herself, so her notes tended to the cryptic and were aides memoire rather than coherent accounts.
Granny read: 'Now L. rules the citie as the power behint the throne, and Baron S. they say has been killd, drowned in the river. He was a wicked man tho not I think as wicked as L, for she says she wants to make it a Magic Kingdom, a Happy and Peaseful place, and wen people do that look out for Spies on every corner and no manne dare speak out, for who dare speke out against Evile done in the name of Happyness and Pease? All the Streetes are clean and Axes are sharp. But E. is safe at least, for now. L. has plans for her. And Mrs G who was the Baron's amour hides in the swamp and fites back with swamp magic, but you cannot fite mirror magic which is all Reflection.'
Fairy godmothers came in twos, Granny knew. So that was Desiderata and. . . and L. . . but who was this person in the swamp?
'Gytha?' said Granny.
'Wazzat?' said Nanny Ogg, who was dozing off.
'Desiderata says some woman here is someone's armour.'
'Prob'ly a mettyfor,' said Nanny Ogg.
