Caravaggio St Jerome

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When I get off this horse,” said Magrat, “it’ll bolt. So can you ask your ... friend to let go of the bridle? He’ll be hurt.”
“Oook?”
“Um. Probably not.”
Magrat slid off. The horse, relieved of the presence of iron, bolted. For about two yards.
“Oook.”
The horse was struggling to get back on its feet.
Magrat blinked.
“Um, he’s Terry Pratchett
face was covered in mud, and there was a multicolored bruise over one eye.
“Did they do that to you?”
“Well, the mud and the torn clothes is just from, youjust a bit annoyed at the moment,” said Ponder. “One of the ... elves .. . shot him with an arrow.”“But they do that to control people!”“Um. He’s not a person.”“Oook!”“Genetically, I mean.”Magrat had met wizards before. Occasionally one visited Lancre, although they didn’t stay very long. There was some-thing about the presence of Granny Weatherwax that made them move on.They didn’t look like Ponder Stibbons. He’d lost most ofhis robe and, of his hat, only the brim remained. Most of his261
know, the forest. And we’ve run into—“