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'Modesty forbids me to comment,' said the Fool, and then remembered himself and added, quickly, 'Prithee.'
They stared at one another again, their minds racing.
Magrat thought: Nanny said look at him properly. I'm looking at him. He just looks the same. A sad thin little man in a ridiculous jester's outfit, he's practically a hunchback.
Then, in the same way that a few random bulges in a cloud can suddenly become a galleon or a whale in the eye of the beholder, Magrat realised that the Fool was not a little man. He was at least of average height, but he made and his flagstones. 'I wouldn't want anything to happen to you.'
Granny lay low over the broomstick as it plunged through the trackless chasms of the mountains, leaning from side to side in the nope that this might have some effect on the steering which seemed, strangely, to be getting himself small, by hunching his shoulders, bandying his legs and walking in a half-crouch that made him appear as though he was capering on the spot.I wonder what else Gytha Ogg noticed? she thought, intrigued.He rubbed his arm and gave her a lopsided grin.'I suppose you haven't got any idea where we are?' he said.'Witches never get lost,' said Magrat firmly. 'Although they can become temporarily mislaid. Lancre's over that way, I think. I've got to find a hill, if you'll excuse me.''To see where you are?''To see when, I think. There's a lot of magic going on tonight.''Is there? Then I think I'll accompany you,' the Fool added chivalrously, after peering cautiously into the tree-haunted gloom that apparently lay between him
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