Lords and Ladies
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“I know. My great-grandmas husband hammered it out of a tin bath and a couple of saucepans. ”
“But you didnt think you ought to tell her that?”
“No. ”
Granny nodded.
“Funny thing,” she said, “even when Magrats completely different, shes just the same. ”
Nanny Ogg produced a wooden spoon from somewhere in her apron. Then she raised her hat and carefully lifted down a bowl of cream, custard, and jelly which she had secreted there. [44]
“Huh. I really dont know why you pinches food the whole time,” said Granny. “Verenced give you a bathful of the stuff if you asked. You know he dont touch custard himself. ”
“More fun this way,” said Nanny. “I deserve a bit of fun. ”
There was a rustling in the thick bushes and the unicorn burst through.
It was mad. It was angry. It was in a world where it did not belong. And it was being driven.
It pawed the ground a hundred yards away, and lowered its horn.
“Whoops,” said Nanny, dropping her just desserts. “Come on. Theres a tree here, come on. ”
Granny Weatherwax shook her head.
“No. I aint runnin this time. She couldnt get me before and shes tryin through an animal, eh?”
“Will you look at the size of the horn on that thing?”
“I can see clear enough,” said Granny calmly.
The unicorn lowered its head and charged. Nanny Ogg reached the nearest tree with low branches and leapt upward. . .
Granny Weatherwax folded her arms.
“Come on, Esme!”
“No. I aint been thinking clear enough, but I am now. Theres some things I dont have to run from. ”
The white shape bulleted down the avenue of trees, a thousand pounds of muscle behind twelve inches of glistening horn. Steam swirled behind it.
“Esme!”
Circle time was ending. Besides, she knew now why her mind had felt so unravelled, and that was a help. She couldnt hear the ghostly thoughts of all the other Esme Weatherwaxes anymore.
Perhaps some lived in a world ruled by elves. Or had died long ago. Or were living what they thought were happy lives. Granny Weatherwax seldom wished for anything, because wishing was soppy, but she felt a tiny regret that shed never be able to meet them.
Perhaps some were going to die, now, here on this path. Everything you did meant that a million copies of you did something else. Some were going to die. Shed sensed their future deaths . . . the deaths of Esme Weatherwax. And couldnt save them, because chance did not work like that.
On a million hillsides the girl ran, on a million bridges the girl chose, on a million paths the woman stood. . .
All different, all one.
All she could do for all of them was be herself, here and now, as hard as she could.
She stuck out a hand.
A few yards away the unicorn hit an invisible wall. Its legs flailed as it tried to stop, its body contorted in pain, and it slid the rest of the way to Grannys feet on its back.
“Gytha,” said Granny, as the beast tried to get upright, “youll take off your stockings and knot em into a halter and pass it to me carefully. ”
“Esme. . . ”
“What?”
“Aint got no stockings on, Esme. ”
“What about the lovely red and white pair I gave you on Hogswatchnight? I knitted em myself. You know how I hates knitting. ”
“Well, its a warm night. I likes to, you know, let the air circulate. ”
“I had the devil of a time with the heels. ”
“Sorry, Esme. ”
“At least youll be so good as to run up to my place and bring everything thats in the bottom of the dresser. ”
“Yes, Esme. ”
“But before that youll call in at your Jasons and tell him to get the forge good and hot. ”
Nanny Ogg stared down at the struggling unicorn. It seemed to be stuck, terrified of Granny but at the same time quite unable to escape.
“Oh, Esme, youre never going to ask our Jason to-”
“I wont ask him to do anything. And I aint asking you, neither. ”
Granny Weatherwax removed her hat, skimming it into the bushes. Then, her eyes never leaving the animal, she reached up to the iron-grey bun of her hair and removed a few crucial pins.
The bun uncoiled a waking snake of fine hair, which unwound down to her waist when she shook her head a couple of times.
Nanny watched in paralysed fascination as she reached up again and broke a single hair at its root.
Granny Weatherwaxs hands made a complicated motion in the air as she made a noose out of something almost too thin to see. She ignored the thrashing horn and dropped it over the unicorns neck. Then she pulled.
Struggling, its unshod hooves kicking up great clods of mud, the unicorn struggled to its feet.
“Thatll never hold it,” said Nanny, sidling around the tree.
“I could hold it with a cobweb, Gytha Ogg. With a cobweb. Now go about your business. ”
“Yes, Esme. ”
The unicorn threw back its head and screamed.
Half the town was waiting as Granny led the beast into Lancre, hooves skidding on the cobbles, because when you tell Nanny Ogg you tell everyone.
It danced at the end of the impossibly thin tether, kicking out at the terminally unwary, but never quite managing to pull free.
Jason Ogg, still in his best clothes, was standing nervously at the open doorway to the forge. Superheated air vibrated over the chimney.
“Mister Blacksmith,” said Granny Weatherwax, “I have a job for you. ”
“Er,” said Jason, “thats a unicorn, is that. ”
“Correct. ”
The unicorn screamed again, and rolled mad red eyes at Jason.
“No ones ever put shoes on a unicorn,” said Jason.
“Think of this,” said Granny Weatherwax, “as your big moment. ”
The crowd clustered round, trying to see and hear while keeping out of the way of the hooves.
Jason rubbed his chin with his hammer.
“I dont know-”
“Listen to me, Jason Ogg,” said Granny, hauling on the hair as the creature skittered around in a circle, “you can shoe anything anyone brings you. And theres a price for that, aint there?”
Jason gave Nanny Ogg a panic-stricken look. She had the grace to look embarrassed.
“She never told me about it,” said Granny, with her usual ability to read Nannys expression through the back of her own head.
She leaned closer to Jason, almost hanging from the plunging beast. “The price for being able to shoe anything, anything that anyone brings you . . . is having to shoe anything anyone brings you. The price for being the best is always . . . having to be the best. And you pays it, same as me. ”
The unicorn kicked several inches of timber out of the door frame.
“But iron-” said Jason. “And nails-”
“Yes?”
“Ironll kill it,” said Jason. “If I nail iron to n, Ill kill n. Killings not part of it. Ive never killed anything. I was up all night with that ant, it never felt a thing. I wont hurt a living thing that never done me no harm. ”
“Did you get that stuff from my dresser, Gytha?”
“Yes, Esme. ”
“Bring it in here, then. And you, Jason, you just get that forge hot. ”
“But if I nail iron to it Ill-”
“Did I say anything about iron?”
The horn took a stone out of the wall a foot from Jasons head. He gave in.
“Youll have to come in to keep it calm, then,” he said. “Ive never shod a stallion like thisn without two men and a boy a-hanging on to it. ”
“Itll do what its told,” Granny promised. “It cant cross me. ”
“It murdered old Scrope,” said Nanny Ogg. “I wouldnt mind him killing it. ”
; “Then shame on you, woman,” said Granny “Its an animal. Animals cant murder. Only us superior races can murder. Thats one of the things that sets us apart from animals. Give me that sack. ”
She towed the fighting animal through the big double doors and a couple of the villagers hurriedly swung them shut. A moment later a hoof kicked a hole in the planking.
Ridcully arrived at a run, his huge crossbow slung over his shoulder.
“They told me the unicorn had turned up again!”
Another board splintered.
“In there?”
Nanny nodded.
“She dragged it all the way down from the woods,” she said.
“But the damn things savage!”
Nanny Ogg rubbed her nose. “Yes, well . . . but shes qualified, aint she? When it comes to unicorn taming. Nothing to do with witchcraft. ”
“What dyou mean?”
“I thought there was some things everyone knew about trapping unicorns,” said Nanny archly. “Who could trap em, is what I am delicately hintin at. She always could run fastern you, could Esme. She could outdistance any man. ”
Ridcully stood there with his mouth open.
“Now, me,” said Nanny, “Id always trip over first ole tree root I came to. Took me ages to find one, sometimes. ”
“You mean after I went she never-”
“Dont get soft ideas. Its all one at our time olife anyway,” said Nanny “Itd never have crossed her mind if you hadnt turned up. ” An associated thought seemed to strike her. “You havent seen Casanunda, have you?”
“Ello, my little rosebud,” said a cheerful, hopeful voice.
Nanny didnt even turn around.
“You do turn up where people arent looking,” she said.
“Famed for it, Mrs. Ogg. ”
There was silence from inside the forge. Then they could make out the tap-tap-tap of Jasons hammer.
“What they doing in there?” said Ridcully.
“Its stopping it kicking, whatever it is,” said Nanny
“What was in the sack, Mrs. Ogg?” said Casanunda.
“What she told me to get,” said Nanny “Her old silver tea set. Family heirloom. Ive only ever seen it but twice, and once was just now when I put it in the sack. I dont think shes ever used it. Its got a cream jug shaped like a humorous cow. ”
More people had arrived outside the forge. The crowd stretched all the way across the square.
The hammering stopped. Jasons voice, quite close, said:
“Were coming out now. ”
“Theyre coming out now,” said Nanny
“Whatd she say?”
“She said theyre coming out now. ”
“Theyre coming out now!”
The crowd pulled back. The doors swung open.
Granny emerged, leading the unicorn. It walked sedately, muscles moving under its white coat like frogs in oil. And its hooves clattered on the cobbles. Ridcully couldnt help noticing how they shone.
It walked politely alongside the witch until she reached the centre of the square. Then she turned it loose, and gave it a light slap on the rump.
It whinnied softly, turned, and galloped down the street, toward the forest. . .
Nanny Ogg appeared silently behind Granny Weatherwax as she watched it go.
“Silver shoes?” she said quietly “Theyll last no time at all. ”
“And silver nails. Theyll last for long enough,” said Granny, speaking to the world in general. “And shell never get it back, though she calls it for a thousand years. ”