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'Wherever it is, I hope that they know how to school a man in the arts of war,' said Verence. 'I know Felmet. In ten years he'll be dug in here like a toad in a stone.'
The king looked from witch to witch. 'What kind of kingdom will he have to come back to? I hear what the kingdom is becoming, even now. Will you watch it change, over the years, become shoddy and mean?' The king's ghost faded.
His voice hung in the air, faint as a breeze.
'Remember, good sisters,' he said, 'the land and the king are one.'
And he A cart came bouncing and rumbling along the track from Lancre. Granny ignored it.
'—give these things careful consideration.'vanished.The embarrassed silence was broken by Magrat blowing her nose.'One what?' said Nanny Ogg.'We've got to do something,' said Magrat, her voice choked with emotion. 'Rules or no rules!''It's very vexing,' said Granny, quietly.'Yes, but what are you going to do?' she said.'Reflect on things,' said Granny. 'Think about it all.''You've been thinking about it for a year,' Magrat said.'One what? Are one what?' said Nanny Ogg.'It's no good just reacting,' said Granny. 'You've got to—'
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