'It's a long road,' said Nanny. 'There's many a slip twixt dress and drawers. There could be bandits.'
'We shall watch over him,' said Granny.
'That's not right. If he's going to be king he ought to be able to fight his own battles,' said Magrat.
'We don't want him to go wasting his strength,' said Nanny primly. 'We want him good and fresh for when he gets here.'
'And then, I hope, we shall leave him to fight his battles in his own way,' said Magrat.
Granny clapped her hands together in a businesslike fashion.
'Quite right,' she said. 'Provided he looks like winning.'
They had been meeting at Nanny Ogg's cottage. Magrat made an excuse to tarry after Granny left, around dawn, allegedly to help Nanny with tidying up.
'Whatever happened to not meddling?' she said.
'What do you mean?'
'You know, Nanny.'
'It's not proper meddling,' said Nanny awkwardly. 'Just helping matters along.'
'Surely you can't really think that!'
Nanny sat down and fidgeted with a cushion.
'Well, see, all this not meddling business is fine in the normal course of things,' she said. 'Not meddling is easy when you don't have to. And then I've got the family to think about. Our Jason's been in a couple of fights because of what people have been saying. Our Shawn was thrown out of the army. The way I see it, when we get the new king in, he should owe us a few favours. It's only fair.'
'But only last week you were saying—' Magrat stopped, shocked at this display of pragmatism.
'A week is a long time in magic,' said Nanny. 'Fifteen years, for one thing. Anyway, Esme is determined and I'm in no mood to stop her.'
'So what you're saying,' said Magrat, icily, 'is that this 'not meddling' thing is like taking a vow not to swim. You'll absolutely never break it unless of course you happen to find yourself in the water?'
'Better than drowning,' Nanny said.
She reached up to the mantelpiece and took down a clay pipe that was like a small tar pit. She lit it with a spill from the remains of the fire, while Greebo watched her carefully from his cushion.
Magrat idly lifted the hood from the ball and glared at it.
'I think,' she said, 'that I will never really understand about witchcraft. Just when I think I've got a grip on it, it changes.'
'We're all just people.' Nanny blew a cloud of blue smoke at the chimney.
'Everyone's just people.'
'Can I borrow the crystal?' said Magrat suddenly.
'Feel free,' said Nanny. She grinned at Magrat's back. 'Had a row with your young man?' she said.
'I really don't know what you're talking about.'
'Haven't seen him around for weeks.'
'Oh, the duke sent him to—' Magrat stopped, and went on – 'sent him away for something or other. Not that it bothers me at all, either way.'
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