William Beard Majestic Stag

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they’re right above us. How’s those magic fingers of yours?”
“I could probably manage a fireball.”
“Wouldn’t work. Can you carry us out of here?”
“Not both of us.”
“Just you?”
“Probably, but I’m not going to leave you.”
Granny rolled her eyes. “It’s true, you know,” she said. “All men are swains. Push off, you soft old bugger. They’re not intending to kill me. At least, not yet. But they don’t hardly know nothing about wizards and they’ll chop you down without thinking.”
“Now who’s had my
crossbow—“being soft?”“I don’t want to see you dead when you could be doin’ something useful.”“Running away isn’t useful.”“It’s going to be a lot more useful than staying here.”“I’d never forgive myself if I went.”“And I’d never forgive you if you stayed, and I’m a lot more unforgiving than you are,” said Granny. “When it’s all over, try to find Gytha Ogg. Tell her to look in my old box.She’ll know what’s in there. And if you don’t go now—“An arrow hit the stump beside Ridcully.“The buggers are firing at me!” he shouted. “If I“Right! I’ll be back instantly!”
Ridcully vanished. A moment later