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'That's a pretty name. What is it?'
'It's a kind of thumbscrew. Look,' said the king.
'It's not that,' said Nanny.
'Choke-pear?' he said desperately.
'That's a C, and anyway I don't know what it is,' said Nanny Ogg. The king obligingly indicated it on the tray, and explained began, and stopped himself in time. During his adult life he'd been afraid of no man, beast or combination of the two, but Nanny's voice brought back old memories of schoolroom and nursery, of life under strict orders given by stern ladies in long skirts, and nursery food – mostly grey and brown -which seemed indigestible at the time but now appeared a distant ambrosia.
'That's five to me,' said Nanny happily.its use.'Definitely not,' said Nanny.'Smouldering Boot of Punishment?' said the king.'You're a bit too good at these names,' said Nanny sharply. 'You sure you didn't use them when you were alive?''Absolutely, Nanny,' said the ghost.'Boys that tell lies go to a bad place,' warned Nanny.'Lady Felmet had most of them installed herself, it's the truth,' said the king desperately; he felt his position to be precarious enough without having any bad places to worry about.Nanny sniffed. 'Right, then,' she said, slightly mollified. 'It was "pinchers".''But pinchers is just another name for pi—' the king
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