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he’s heavy. We could’ve done with young Magrat up here.”
“No. Flighty,” said Granny Weather-wax. “Head easily turned.”
“Nice girl, though.”
“But soppy. She thinks you can lead your life as if fairy stories work and folk songs are really true. Not that I don’t wish her every It took a while for letters to get as far as the Archchancellor. The post tended to be picked up from the University gates by anyone who happened to be passing, and then left lying on a shelf somewhere or used as a pipe lighter or a book-mark or, in the case of the Librarian, as bedding.
This one had only taken two days, and was quite intact apart from a couple of cup rings and a bananary fingerprint. It arrived on the table along with the other post while the faculty were at breakfast. The Dean opened it with a spoon.
“Anyone here know where Lancre is?” he said.
“Why?” said Ridcully, looking up sharply.happiness.”“Hope she does all right as queen,” said Nanny.“We taught her everything she knows,” said Granny Weatherwax.“Yeah,” said Nanny Ogg, as they disappeared into the bracken. “D’you think . .. maybe . .. ?”“What?”“D’you think maybe we ought to have taught her every-thing we know?”“It’d take too long.”“Yeah, right.”