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a crossroads; the white dust glowed very faintly in the moonlight. One way led into Lancre, where Nanny Ogg lived. Another eventually got lost in the forest, became a footpath, then a track, and eventually reached Granny Weatherwax’s cottage.
“When shall we ... two . . . meet again?” said Nanny
Ogg.
“Listen,” said Granny Weatherwax. “She’s well out of it, d’you hear? She’ll be a lot happier as a queen!”
“I never said nothing,” said Nanny Ogg mildly.
“I know you never! I could hear you not saying any-thing! You’ve got the loudest silences I ever did hear from anyone who wasn’t dead!”
“See you about eleven o’clock, then?”
“Right!”
The wind got up again as Granny walked along the track to her cottage.
She knew she was on edge. There was just too much to do. She’d got Magrat sorted out, and Nanny could look after herself, but the Lords Terry Pratehett
what it was that you suddenly saw looming up. And what it turned out to be was a blankness.
People think that they live life as a moving dot traveling from the Past into the Future, with memory streaming out behind them like some kind of mental cometary tail. But memory spreads out in front as well as behind. It’s jusand the Ladies ... she hadn’t counted on them.The point was . ..The point was that Granny Weatherwax had a feeling she was going to die. This was beginning to get on her nerves.Knowing the time of your death is one of those strange bonuses that comes with being a true magic user. And, on the whole, it (‘s a bonus.Many a wizard has passed away happily drinking the last , of his wine cellar and incidentally owing very large sums of money.Granny Weatherwax had always wondered how it felt,69t that most humans aren’t good at dealing with it, and so it arrives as premonitions, forebodings, intuitions