Juan Gris The Painter's Window

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,” said Magrat, coldly. “Can one have a word with you, Na—Mrs. Ogg? Outside?”
Right you are, your queen,” said Nanny.
In the alley outside Magrat spun around with her mouth open.
“You—“
Nanny held up her hand.
“I know what you’re going to say,” she said. “But there wasn’t any danger to the little mite.”
“But you—“
“Me?” said Nanny. “I hardly did anything. They didn’t know he was going to run into the circle, did they? They both /reacted just like they normally would, didn’t they? Fair’s fair.”
“Well, in a“How did Verence know when we were coming back?”
It seemed to Magrat that Nanny thought for just a few seconds too long.
“Couldn’t say,” she said at last. “Kings are a bit magi-cal, mind. They can cure dandruff and that. Probably he woke up one morning and his royal prerogative gave him a tickle.”
The trouble with Nanny Ogg was that she always looked as if she was lying. Nanny way, but—““No one cheated,” said Nanny81Terry PratchettMargrat sagged into silence. Nanny patted her on the shoulder.“So you won’t be telling anyone you saw me wave the bag of sweets at him, will you?” she said.“No, Nanny.”“There’s a good going-to-be-queen.”“Nanny?”“Yes, dear?”Magrat took a deep breath.