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, okay,' he said, not entirely satisfied. The Fool lost the next three hands, just to be on the safe side.
The porter, meanwhile, unfastened the hatch in the wicket gate and peered out.
'Who dost knock without?' he growled.
The in distant keyholes said, with a note of hope, 'Witches!'
The psychically inclined . . .

'It's meddling, that's what it is,' said Granny Weatherwax. 'And no good will come of it.'soldier, drenched and terrified though he was, hesitated.'Without? Without what?' he said.'If you're going to bugger about, you can bloody well stay without all day,' said the porter calmly.'No! I must see the duke upon the instant!' shouted the guard. 'Witches are abroad!'The porter was about to come back with, 'Good time of year for it', or 'Wish I was, too', but stopped when he saw the man's face. It wasn't the face of a man who would enter into the spirit of the thing. It was the look of someone who had seen things a decent man shouldn't wot of . . . 'Witches?' said Lord Felmet. 'Witches!' said the duchess.In the draughty corridors, a voice as faint as the wind