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Magrat hesitated. 'Oh. Nothing. Nothing much, really.'
'Shall we have another try? I don't think we got it quite right that time.'
Magrat nodded.
This time it lasted only fifteen seconds. It seemed longer.

A tremor ran through the castle, shaking the breakfast tray from which the Duke Felmet, much to his relief, was eating porridge that wasn't too salty.
It was felt by the ghosts that now filled Nanny Ogg's cottage like a rugby team in a telephone box.
It spread. 'I mean, it was a hundred years, all right, but it was only one castle she moved. I reckon anyone could do a castle.'
Granny's frown puckered at the edge.
'And she let all weeds grow over it,' she observed p to every henhouse in the kingdom, and a number of hands relaxed their grip. And thirty-two purple-faced cockerels took a deep bream and crowed like maniacs, but they were too late, too late . . . 'I still reckon you were up to something,' said Granny Weatherwax.'Have another cup of tea,' said Nanny pleasantly.'You won't go and put any drink in it, will you,' Granny said flatly. 'It was the drink what did it last night. I would never have put myself forward like that. It's shameful.''Black Aliss never done anything like it,' said Nanny, encouraginglyrimly.
'Right enough.'