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would have thrown Nanny Ogg out of their ranks for being too nasty.
She turned as more members of the family filed into the ‘ room, and her face contorted into the misty grin with which she always greeted grandchildren.
Jason Ogg king, Verence II. Well . . . not exactly engaged, as such. There was, she was almost sure, a general unspoken understanding that engagement was a definite option. Admittedly she’d kept on telling him that she was a free spirit and definitely didn’t want to be tied down in any way, and of course this was the case, more or less, but.. . but...
But. . . well . . . eight months. Anything could have hap-pened in eight months. She should have pushed his youngest son forward. This was15Terry PratehettPewsey Ogg, aged four, who was holding something in his hands.“What you got there, then?” said Nanny. “You can show your Nan.”Pewsey held it up.“My word, you have been a—“It happened right there, right then, right in front of her.And then there was Magrat.She’d been away eight months.Now panic was setting in. Technically she was engaged to the