Magrat waited, and then tried the knocker.
After a few seconds Shawn opened the door. He was red in the face and had a powdered wig on back to front.
“Yeeeuss?” he drawled, and tried to look like a butler.
“You’ve . “You just keep movin’ slow and leave it to me.”
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He ran on ahead and flung open some double doors—
“Meeeyisss Magraaaaat Garrrrrli-ick!”
l and scurried toward the next set of doors.
still got your helmet on under the wig,” said Magrat helpfully.Shawn deflated. His eyes swiveled upward.“Everyone at the haymaking?” said Magrat.Shawn raised his wig, removed the helmet, and put the wig back. Then he distractedly put the helmet back on top of the wig.“Yes, and Mr. Spriggins the butler is in bed with his trouble again,” said Shawn. “There’s only me, miss. And I’ve got to get the dinner started before I’m off ‘ome because Mrs. Scorbic is poorly.”“You don’t have to show me in,” said Magrat. “I do know the way.”“No, it’s got to be done proper,” said Shawn
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