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besom, Esme,” said Nanny Ogg. “Just because she’s getting wed.”
“You know what she’d say if we told her,” said Granny Weatherwax. “She’d get it all wrong. The Gentry. Circles. She’d say it was . .. nice. Best for her if she’s out of it.”
“They ain’t been active for years and years,” said Nanny. “We’ll need some help. I mean . . . when did you last go up to the sharp and ragged mountains where even trolls wouldn’t go and valleys so deep that they have to pipe the sunlight in.
There was an overgrown path up to the moorland where the Dancers stood, even though it was only a few miles from the town. Hunters tracked up there sometimes, but only by accident. It wasn’t that Dancers?”“You know how it is,” said Granny “When it’s so quiet... you don’t think about ‘em.”“We ought to have kept ‘em cleared.”“True.”“We better get up there first thing tomorrow,” said Nanny Ogg.“Yes.”“Better bring a sickle, too.”There isn’t much of the kingdom of Lancre where you coulddrop a football and not have it roll away from you. Most ofit is moorland and steeply forested hillside, giving way to26LOR06 ft/YD ift0f£6