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important,' said Granny loudly. 'You've got to think headology, see? Not muck about with all this beauty and. wealth business. That's not important.'
She turned back to the ball and gestured half-heartedly. 'You'd better go and get Nanny, then, seeing as there should be three of us.'
Nanny was helped in, eventually, and had to have things explained to her.
'Three eventually. 'Wouldn't it be rather uncomfortable?'
'He'll thank us when he grows up, you mark my words,' said Nanny. 'My first husband, he always said—'
'Something a bit less physical is generally the style of things,' interrupted Granny, glaring at Nanny Ogg. 'There's no need to go and spoil everything, Gytha. Why do you always have to—'
'Well, at least I can say that I—' Nanny began.gifts, eh?' she said. 'Haven't done one of them things since I was a gel, it takes me back – what're you doing?'Magrat was bustling around the room, lighting candles.'Oh, we've got to create the right magical ambience,' she explained. Granny shrugged, but said nothing, even in the face of the extreme provocation. All witches did their magic in their own way, and this was Magrat's house.'What're we going to give him, then?' said Nanny.'We was just discussing it,' said Granny.'I know what he'll want,' said Nanny. She made a suggestion, which was received in frozen silence.'I don't see what use that would be,' said Magrat,