seconds . . .
Well, you know. Or the sun becomes a fiery streak across the sky, and days and nights flicker past jerkily like a bad zoetrope, and the fashions visible in the clothes shop across the road whip on and off faster than a lunchtime stripper with five pubs to do.
There are any amount of ways, but they won't be required because, in fact, none of this happened.
The sun did jerk sideways a bit, and it seemed that the trees on the rimward side of the gorge were rather taller, and Nanny couldn't shake off the sensation that someone had just sat down heavily on her, squashed her flat, and then opened her out again.
This was because the kingdom did not, in so many words, move through time in the normal flickering sky, high-speed photography sense of the word. It moved around it, which is much cleaner, considerably easier to achieve, and saves all that travelling around trying to find a laboratory opposite a dress shop that will keep the same dummy in the window for sixty years, which has traditionally been the most time-consuming and expensive bit of the whole business.
The kiss lasted more than fifteen years.
Not even frogs can manage that.
The Fool drew back, his eyes glazed, his expression one of puzzlement.
'Did you feel the world move?' he said.
Magrat peered over his shoulder at the forest.
'I think she's done it,' she said.
'Done what?'
Magrat hesitated. 'Oh. Nothing. Nothing much, really.'
'Shall we have another try? I don't think we got it quite right that time.'
Magrat nodded.
This time it lasted only fifteen seconds. It seemed longer.
A tremor ran through the castle, shaking the breakfast tray from which the Duke Felmet, much to his relief, was eating porridge that wasn't too salty.
It was felt by the ghosts that now filled Nanny Ogg's cottage like a rugby team in a telephone box.
It spread to every henhouse in the kingdom, and a number of hands relaxed their grip. And thirty-two purple-faced cockerels took a deep bream and crowed like maniacs, but they were too late, too late ...
'I still reckon you were up to something,' said Granny Weatherwax.
'Have another cup of tea,' said Nanny pleasantly.
'You won't go and put any drink in it, will you,' Granny said flatly. 'It was the drink what did it last night. I would never have put myself forward like that. It's shameful.'
'Black Aliss never done anything like it,' said Nanny, encouragingly. 'I mean, it was a hundred years, all right, but it was only one castle she moved. I reckon anyone could do a castle.'
Granny's frown puckered at the edge.
'And she let all weeds grow over it,' she observed primly.
'Right enough.'
'Very well done,' said King Verence, eagerly. 'We all thought it was superb. Being in the ethereal plane, of course, we were in a position to observe closely.'
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