Witches Abroad

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 airplane of their soul, and they spend their time winding it up until it knots. Early morning is the worst time—there’s 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. “Something’s burning,” she said.
    “They’ve got a bonfire, too,” said Magrat.
    Granny sniffed again.
    “They’re roasting garlic ?” she said.
    “I know. I can’t imagine why. They’re 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 didn’t get a wink of sleep all night,” said Granny reproachfully, “what with her snoring.”
    Nanny Ogg raised the covers cautiously.
    “It’s 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 he’s saying that someone’s 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.
    “That’s because it was probably the landlord,” said Nanny Ogg. “Bit of a bloodsucker, I think he’s sayin’.”
    “Ah. That’d 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!”
    “That’s only to be expected,” said Granny, with her mouth full. “They’ve only had us here one night and already they’re learnin’ it’s 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—
    “What are you doing, Gytha? We’re ready to leave.”
    Nanny Ogg looked up, her face still creased with the effort of composition.
    “I thought it would be nice to send something to our Jason. You know, to stop him worryin’. So I done a drawing of this place on a piece of card and Mine Hair here will give it to someone going our way. You never know, it might get there.”
    — continues Fine .
    Nanny Ogg sucked the end of her pencil. Not for the first time in the history of the universe, someone for whom communication normally came as effortlessly as a dream was stuck for inspiration when faced with a few lines on the back of a card.
Well that about wraps it up for now, will wright again soone MUM. P.S. the Cat is looking very Peeky I think he misses his Home .
    “Will you come on, Gytha? Magrat’s getting my broom started for me.”
P.P.S. Granny sends her Love .
    Nanny Ogg sat back, content in the knowledge of a job well done. *

    Magrat reached the end of the town square and stopped to rest.
    Quite an audience had gathered to see a woman with legs. They were very polite about it. Somehow, that made it worse.
    “It doesn’t fly unless you