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'Leave me a bit,' shouted Magrat. 'I've got to get down!'
'Shouldn't be difficult,' screamed Granny, above the noise of the wind.
'I mean get down safely!'
'You're a witch, ain't you? By the way, did you bring the cocoa? I'm freezing up here!'
Magrat nodded desperately, and with her spare hand passed up a straw bag.
'Right,' said Granny. 'Well done. See you at Lancre Bridge.'
She uncurled her fingers.
Magrat whirled away in the buffeting wind, clinging tightly to a broomstick which now, she feared, had about as much buoyancy as a bit of firewood. It certainly wasn't capable of sustaining a full-grown woman against the frightened woman gliding inexorably towards the inhospitable ground to a clearheaded, optimistic and positive thinking woman who had really got it together, was taking full responsibility for her own life and in general knew where she was coming from although, unfortunately, where she was heading had not changed in any way. But she felt a lot better about it.beckoning fingers of gravity.As she plunged down towards the forest roof in a long shallow dive she reflected that there was possibly something complimentary in the way Granny Weatherwax resolutely refused to consider other people's problems. It implied that, in her considerable opinion, they were quite capable of sorting them out by themselves.Some kind of Change spell was probably in order.Magrat concentrated.Well, that seemed to work.Nothing in the sight of mortal man had in fact changed. What Magrat had achieved was a mere adjustment of the mental processes, from a bewildered and slightly
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