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'Hoofbeats?' said Nanny Ogg. 'No-one would come up here this time of night.'
Magrat peered around timidly. Here and there on the moor were huge standing stones, their origins lost in time, which were said to lead mobile and private lives of their own. She shivered.
'What's to be afraid of?' she managed.
'Us,' said Granny Weatherwax, smugly.
The the bundle into Granny's arms and toppled forward, the feathers of a crossbow bolt sticking out of his back.
Three figures moved into the firelight. Granny looked up into another pair of eyes, which were as chilly as the slopes of Hell.
Their owner threw his crossbow aside. There was a glimpse of chain mail under hoofbeats neared, slowed. And then the coach rattled between the furze bushes, its horses hanging in their harnesses. The driver leapt down, ran around to the door, pulled a large bundle from inside and dashed towards the trio.He was halfway across the damp peat when he stopped and stared at Granny Weatherwax with a look of horror.'It's all right,' she whispered, and the whisper cut through the grumbling of the storm as clearly as a bell.She took a few steps forward and a convenient lightning flash allowed her to look directly into the man's eyes. They had the peculiarity of focus that told those who had the Know that he was no longer looking at anything in this world.With a final jerking movement he thrust
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