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  And now Im just going out to get some herbs, she said.

  They watched her as she went like a fat, determined arrow in the direction of the market place, which was right on the edge of the river. Then they ate the chicken legs.

  Mrs Pleasant bustled among the market stalls; and she took great care to bustle. Even in Genua there were always people ready to tell a tale. Especially in Genua. She was a cook, so she bustled. And made sure she stayed fat and was, fortunately, naturally jolly. She made sure she had floury arms at all times. If she felt under suspicion, shed say things like Lawks! She seemed to be getting away with it so far.

  She looked for the sign. And there it was. Perched up on die roof pole of a stall that was otherwise stacked with cages of hens, gazoots, Wheely cranes and other fowl, was a black cockerel. The voodoo doctor was In.

  Even as her eye found it the cockerels head turned to look at her.

  Set a little way back from the rest of the stalls was a small tent, similar to many around the market. A cauldron bubbled in front of it on a charcoal fire. There were bowls beside it, and a ladle, and beside them a plate with coins on it. There were quite a lot of coins; people paid for Mrs Gogols cooking whatever diey thought it was worth, and the plate was hardly big enough.

  The thick liquid in the cauldron was an unappetizing brown. Mrs Pleasant helped herself to a bowlful, and waited. Mrs Gogol had certain talents.

  After a while a voice from the tent said, Whats new, Mrs Pleasant?

  Shes shut up the toymaker, said Mrs Pleasant, to the air in general. And yesterday it was old Devereaux the innkeeper for not being fat and not having a big red face. Thats four times this month.

  You come in, Mrs Pleasant.

  It was dark and hot inside the tent. There was another fire in there, and another pot. Mrs Gogol was hunched over it, stirring. She motioned the cook to a pair of bellows.

  Blow up the coals a tad, and well see whats what, she said.

  Mrs Pleasant obeyed. She didnt use magic herself, other than that necessary to get a roux to turn or bread to rise, but she respected it in others. Especially in the likes of Mrs Gogol.

  The charcoal blazed white. The thick liquid in the pot began to churn. Mrs Gogol peered into the steam.

  Whatre you doing, Mrs Gogol? said the cook anxiously.

  Trying to see whats goin to happen, said the voodoo woman. The voice dropped into the rolling growl of the psychically gifted.

  Mrs Pleasant squinted into the roiling mass.

  Someones going to be eatin shrimp? she said helpfully.

  Ye see that bit of okra? said Mrs Gogol. Ye see the way the crab legs keep coming up just there?

  You never were one to stint the crab meat, said Mrs Pleasant.

  See the way the bubbles is so thick by the okuh leaves? See the way it all spirals around that purple onion?

  I see it! I see it! said Mrs Pleasant.

  And you know what that means?

  Means its going to taste real/me[?]!

  Sure, said Mrs Gogol, kindly. And it means some peoples coming.

  Wow! How many?

  Mrs Gogol dipped a spoon into the seething mass and tasted it.

  Three people, she said. She smacked her lips thoughtfully. Women.

  She dipped the spoon again.

  Have a taste, she said. Theres a cat, too. Ye can tell by the sassafras. She smacked her lips. Grey. One eye.

  She explored the cavity of a tooth with her tongue. The . . . left one.

  Mrs Pleasants jaw dropped.

  Theyll find you before they find me, said Mrs Gogol. You lead em here.

  Mrs Pleasant stared at Mrs Gogols grim smile and then back down at the mixture in the pot.

  They coming all this way for a taste? she said.

  Sure. Mrs Gogol sat back. You been to see the girl in the white house?

  Mrs Pleasant nodded. Young Embers, shesaid. Yeah. When I can. When the Sisters are out at the palace. They got her real scared, Mrs Gogol.

  She looked down at the pot again, and back up to Mrs Gogol.

  Can you really see - ?

  I expect youve got things to marinate? said Mrs Gogol.

  Yeah. Yeah. Mrs Pleasant backed out, but with reluctance. Then she halted. Mrs Pleasant, at rest, was not easily moved again until she wanted to be.

  That Lilith woman says she can see the whole world in mirrors, she said, in slightly accusing tones.

  Mrs Gogol shook her head.

  All anyone gets in a mirror is themselves, she said. But what you gets in a good gumbo is everything.

  Mrs Pleasant nodded. This was a well-known fact. She couldnt dispute it.

  Mrs Gogol shook her head sadly when the cook had gone. A voodoo woman was reduced to all sorts of stratagems in order to appear knowing, but she felt slightly ashamed of letting an honest woman believe that she could see the future in a pot of gumbo. Because all you could see in a pot of Mrs Gogols gumbo was that the future certainly contained a very good meal.

  Shed really seen it in a bowl of jambalaya shed prepared earlier.

  Magrat lay with the wand under her pillow. She wobbled gently between sleep and wakefulness.

  Certainly she was the best person for the wand. There was no doubt about that. Sometimes - and she hardly dared give the thought headroom, when she was under the same roof as Granny Weatherwax - she really wondered about the others commitment to witchcraft. Half the time they didnt seem to bother.

  Take medicine, for example. Magrat knew she was much better than them at herbs. Shed inherited several large books on the subject from Goodie Whemper, her predecessor in the cottage, and had essayed a few tentative notes of her own as well. She could tell people things about the uses of Devils Bit Scabious that would interest them so much theyd rush off, presumably to look for someone else to tell. She could fractionally distil, and double-distil, and do things that meant sitting up all night watching the colour of the flame under the retort. She worked at it.

  Whereas Nanny just tended to put a hot poultice on everything and recommend a large glass of whatever the patient liked best on the basis that since you were going to be ill anyway you might as well get some enjoyment out of it. (Magrat forbade her patients alcohol, because of what it did to the liver; if they didnt know what it did to the liver, she spent some time telling them. )

  And Granny . . . she just gave people a bottle of coloured water and told them they felt a lot better.

  And what was so annoying was that they often did.

  Where was the witchcraft in that?

  With a wand, though, things could be different. You could help people a lot with a wand. Magic was there to make life better. Magrat knew this in the pink fluttering boudoir of her heart.

  She dipped under the surface of sleep again.

  And there was an odd dream. She never mentioned it to anyone afterwards because, well, you didnt. Not things like that.

  But she thought shed got up in the night, awakened by the silence, to get some more air. And as she passed the mirror she saw a movement in it.

  It wasnt her face. It looked a lot like Granny Weather-wax. It smiled at her - a much nicer and friendlier smile than shed ever got from Granny, Magrat recalled - and then vanished, the cloudy silver surface closing over it.

  She hurried back to bed and awoke to the sound of a brass band, engaged in unrelenting oompah. People were shouting and laughing.

  Magrat got dressed quickly, went out into the corridor, and knocked on the door of the older witches. There was no reply. She tried the handle.

  After shed rattled it a couple of times there was a thump as the chair wedged under the handle on the other side, the better to deter ravishers, burglars and other nocturnal intruders, fell over.

  Granny Weatherwaxs boots protruded from under the covers at one end of the bed. Nanny Oggs bare feet, Nanny being something of a night-time revolver, were beside them. Faint snores rattled the jug o
n the washbasin; these were no longer the full-nosed roars of a quick forty-winks catnapper, but the well-paced growls of someone who intends to make a night of it.

  Magrat knocked on the sole of Grannys boot.

  Hey, wake up! Somethings going on.

  Granny Weather-wax waking up was quite an impressive sight, and one not seen by many people.

  Most people, on waking up, accelerate through a quick panicky pre-consciousness check-up: who am I, where am I, who is he/she, good god, why am I cuddling a policemans helmet, what happened last night?

  And this is because people are riddled by Doubt. It is the engine that drives them through their lives. It is the elastic band in the little model aeroplane of their soul, and they spend their time winding it up until it knots. Early morning is the worst time - theres that little moment of panic in case You have drifted away in the night and something else has moved in. This never happened to Granny Weatherwax. She went straight from fast asleep to instant operation on all six cylinders. She never needed to find herself because she always knew who was doing the looking.

  She sniffed. Somethings burning, she said.

  Theyve got a bonfire, too, said Magrat.

  Granny sniffed again.

  Theyre roasting garlic"? she said.

  I know. I cant imagine why. Theyre ripping all the shutters off the windows and burning them in the square and dancing around the fire.

  Granny Weatherwax gave Nanny Ogg a vicious jab with her elbow.

  Wake up, you.

  Wstph?

  I didnt get a wink of sleep all night, said Granny reproachfully, what with her snoring.

  Nanny Ogg raised the covers cautiously.

  Its far too early in the morning for it to be early in the morning, she said.

  Come on, said Granny. We needs your skill with languages.

  The owner of the inn flapped his arms up and down and ran around in circles. Then he pointed at the castle that towered over the forest. Then he sucked vigorously at his wrist. Then he fell over on his back. And then he looked expectantly at Nanny Ogg, while behind him the bonfire of garlic and wooden stakes and heavy window shutters burned merrily.

  No, said Nanny, after a while. Still non conprendy, mine hair.

  The man got up, and brushed some dust off his leather breeches.

  I think hes saying that someones dead, said Magrat. Someone in the castle.

  Well, I must say, everyone seems very cheerful about it, said Granny Weatherwax severely.

  In the sunlight of the new day the village looked far more cheerful. Everyone kept nodding happily at the witches.

  Thats because it was probably the landlord, said Nanny Ogg. Bit of a bloodsucker, I think hes sayin.

  Ah. Thatd be it, then. Granny rubbed her hands together and looked approvingly at the breakfast table, which had been dragged out into the sunshine. Anyway, the food has certainly improved. Pass the bread, Magrat.

  Everyone keeps smiling and waving at us, said Magrat. And look at all this food!

  Thats only to be expected, said Granny, with her mouth full. "Theyve only had us here one night and already theyre learnin its lucky to be kind to witches. Now help me get the lid off this honey.

  Under the table, Greebo sat and washed himself. Occasionally he burped.

  Vampires have risen from the dead, the grave and the crypt, but have never managed it from the cat.

  Dear Jason and all at No. 21, No. 34, No. 15, No. 87 and No. 61 but not at No. 18 until she gives back the bowl she definitly borrowed whatever she says,

  Well here we are, cor what a lark so far, dont arsk ME about pumkins, still, no harm done. Im drawin a picture of where we stayed larst night I have put an X on our room where our room is. The weather -

 

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