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drank it, didn't I,' said Nanny. 'Sitting around up there at my age. Our Jason would have a fit.'
Granny gritted her teeth. 'Well, let's have the power,' she said. 'I'm running out of up. Amazing how—'
Granny's voice ended in a scream as; without any warning at all, her broomstick pinwheeled sharply across the clouds and dropped from sight.

The Fool and Magrat sat on a log on a small outcrop that looked out across the forest. The lights of Lancre town were inas brave as standing up to the old boy must have been quite outside his nature. The sound of two suits of bells shaken in anger still haunted his memory, which was full enough of bad scenes as it was.
'Still,' said Magrat, her voice higher than usual and with a vibrato of uncertainty, 'it must be a happy life. Making people laugh, I mean.' fact not very far away, but neither of them had suggested leaving.The air between them crackled with unspoken thoughts and wild surmisings.'You've been a Fool long?' said Magrat, politely. She blushed in the darkness. In that atmosphere it sounded the most impolite of questions.'All my life,' said the Fool bitterly. 'I cut my teeth on a set of bells.''I suppose it gets handed on, from father to son?' said Magrat.'I never saw much of my father. He went off to be Fool for the Lords of Quirm when I was small,' said the Fool. 'Had a row with my grandad. He comes back from time to time, to see my mam.''That's terrible.'There was a sad jingle as the Fool shrugged. He vaguely recalled his father as a short, friendly little man, with eyes like a couple of oysters. Doing something