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you don't even like being a Fool!'
'I hate it. But that's got nothing to do with it. If I've got to be a Fool, I'll do it properly.'
'That's really stupid,' said Magrat.
'Foolish, I'd prefer.'
The Fool had been edging along the log. 'If I kiss you,' he added carefully, 'do I turn into a frog?'
Magrat looked down at her feet again. They shuffled themselves under her dress, embarrassed at all this attention.
She could sense the shades of Gytha Ogg and Esme Weatherwax on either side of her. Granny's spectre glared at her. Aof seconds extended like taffy into hours of screaming terror.
'Ice!' screamed Granny. 'It's iced up!'
Nanny Ogg came alongside, trying vainly to match courses with the tumbling, bucking broomstick. Octarine fire crackled over the frozen bristles, shorting them out at random. She leaned over and snatched a handful of Granny's skirt.
'I tole you it was daft!' she shouted. 'You went all through all that wet witch is master of every situation, it said.Mistress, said the vision of Nanny Ogg, and made a brief gesture involving much grinning and waving of forearms.'We shall have to see,' she said.It was destined to be the most impressive kiss in the history of foreplay.Time, as Granny Weatherwax had pointed out, is a subjective experience. The Fool's years in the Guild had been an eternity whereas the hours with Magrat on the hilltop passed like a couple of minutes. And, high above Lancre, a double handful mist and then up into the cold air, you daft besom!'
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