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we was to turn the table over, we could probably hide behind it, no problem.”
But to herself she was thinking: Esme can never resist a challenge. None of us can. You ain’t a witch if you ain’t got self-confidence. But we’re not getting any younger. It’s like being a hired swordfighter, being a top witch. You think you’re good, but you know there’s got to be someone younger, practicing every day, polishing up their craft, and one day you’re walkin’ down the road and you hears this voice behind you sayin’: go for your toad, or similar.“I ‘spect you’d know all about witchcraft,” said Granny Weatherwax.
“I’m studying, yes,” said Diamanda.
Nanny Ogg realized that she had removed her own hat and was biting nervously at the brim.
“I ‘spect you’re really good at it,” said Granny Weatherwax.
“Quite good,” said Diamanda.Even for Esme. Sooner or later, she’ll come up against someone faster on the craftiness than she is.“Oh, yes,” said Granny, quietly “Just starting. Every day, just starting.”Nanny Ogg thought: but it won’t be today.“You stupid old woman,” said Diamanda, “you don’t frighten me. Oh, yes. I know all about the way you old ones frighten superstitious peasants, actually. Muttering and squinting. It’s all in the mind. Simple psychology. It’s not real witchcraft.”“I’ll, er, I’ll just go into the scullery and, er, see if I can fill any buckets with water, shall I?” said Nanny Ogg, to no one in particular.