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Keeping busy up there, are you?” she said.
“One’s doing very well, thank you,” said Magrat, with what she hoped was queenly hauteur.
“Which one?” said Nanny.
“Which one what?”
“Which one’s doing very well?”
“Me!”
“You should have said,” said Nanny, her face poker straight. “So long as you’re keeping busy, that’s the impor-tant thing.”
“He knew we were coming back,” said Magrat firmly.
“He’d even got the invitations sorted out. Oh, by the way . ..
there’s one for.”
“Invitation to what?” said Magrat. She was getting fed
up with ones.
“Didn’t Verence tell one?” said Nanny. “It’s a special
play that’s been written special for you.” you—““I know, one got it this morning,” said Nanny. “Got all that fancy nibbling on the edges and gold and everything. Who’s Ruservup?”82LORDS ftffO ift0f£6Magrat had long ago got a handle on Nanny Ogg’sworld-view.“RSVP,” she said. “It means you ought to say if you’recoming.”“Oh, one’ll be along all right, catch one staying away,” said Nanny. “Has one’s Jason sent one his invite yet? Thought not. Not a skilled man with a pen, our Jason
“Oh, yes,” said Magrat. “The Entertainment.”