Andrea Mantegna Adoration of the Magi

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said he'd let him out directly, Nanny.'
There was a snort from Granny Weatherwax.
'Did you hear the sniggering in the crowd?' she said. 'Someone sniggered!'
Nanny Ogg sat down beside her.
'And a couple of them pointed,' she said. 'I know.'
'It's not to be borne!'
Magrat sat down on the other end of the log.
'I mean, there's that witch over Skund way,' she said. 'Sister Whosis, wossname, her son went off to be a sailor – you know, Gytha, her who sniffs and puts them antimassacres on the backs of chairs soon as you sits down—'
'Grodley,' said Nanny Ogg. 'Sticks her little finger out when she drinks her tea and drops her Haitches all the time.'There's other witches,' she said. 'There's lots of witches further up the Ramtops. Maybe they can help.'The other two looked at her in pained surprise.'I don't think we need go that far,' sniffed Granny. 'Asking for help.''Very bad practice,' nodded Nanny Ogg.'But you asked a demon to help you,' said Magrat.'No, we didn't,' said Granny.'Right. We didn't.''We ordered it to assist.''S'right.'Granny Weatherwax stretched out her legs and looked at her boots. They were good strong boots, with hobnails and crescent-shaped scads; you couldn't believe a cobbler had made them, someone had laid down a sole and built up from there.