![]() ![]() ![]() Magrat stared at the moon, which had a few clouds across it. Anyway, he doesn’t know he isn’t royalty.” “And you’re not going to tell him, are you?” said Granny Weatherwax. “But you just said-” “Who knows? The late queen wasn’t very good at counting. It’s what things are that’s important.” “But he’s not really a king!” “He might be,” said Nanny. Never mind what should be or what might be or what ought to be. “-and the old king’s ghost has been laid to rest happy, there’s been an enjoyable coronation and some of us got mugs we weren’t entitled to, them being only for the kiddies and, all in all, things are a lot more satisfactory than they might be. “But there’s no call to be honest.” “No, no, what you’re saying is that the King of Lancre isn’t really-” “What I’m saying is,” said Granny firmly, “that we’ve got a king who is no worse than most and better than many and who’s got his head screwed on right-” “Even if it is against the thread,” said Nanny. ![]()
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