The elves had been into Nanny Ogg's cottage, too. There weren't two pieces of furniture left whole.
“What they don't take they smash,” said Nanny Ogg.
She stirred the debris with her foot. Glass tinkled.
“That vase was a present from Esme,” she said, to the unfeeling world in general. “Never liked it much.”
“Why'd they do it?” said Casanunda, looking around.
“Oh, they'd smash the world if they thought it'd make a pretty noise,” said Nanny She stepped outside again and felt around under the eaves of the low thatched roof, and pulled out her broomstick with a small grunt of triumph.
“I always shove it up there,” she said, “otherwise the kids nick it and go joy-riding. You ride behind me, and I say this against my better judgement.”
Casanunda shuddered. Dwarfs are generally scared of heights, since they don't often have the opportunity to get used to them.
Nanny scratched her chin, making a sandpapery sound.
“And we'll need a crowbar,” she said. “There'll be one in Jason's forge. Hop on, my lad.”
“I really wasn't expecting this,” said Casanunda, feeling his way on to the broomstick with his eyes shut. “I was looking forward to a convivial evening, just me and you.”
“It is just me and you.”
“Yes, but I hadn't assumed there'd be a broomstick involved.”
The stick left the ground slowly Casanunda clung miserably to the bristles.
“Where're we going?” he said weakly
“Place I know, up in the hills,” said Nanny “Ages since I've been there. Esme won't go near it, and Magrat's too young to be tole. I used to go there a lot, though. When I was a girl. Girls used to go up there if they wanted to get-oh, bugger. . .”
“What?”
“Thought I saw something fly across the moon, and I'm damn sure it wasn't Esme.”
Casanunda tried to look around while keeping his eyes shut.
“Elves can't fly,” he muttered.
“That's all you know,” said Nanny. “They ride yarrow stalks.”
“Yarrow stalks?”
o;Another elf?”
“Right, and then I found Eva and the kids, and then lots of people were running like hell for home, and there were these Gentry on horseback, and I could hear 'em laughing, and we got home and Eva said to put a horseshoe on the door and-”
“What about the king?”
“Dunno, miss. Last I remember, he was laughin' at Thatcher in his straw wig.”
“And Nanny Ogg and Granny Weatherwax? What happened to them?”
“Dunno, miss. Don't remember seein' 'em, but there was people runnin' everywhere-”
“And where was all this?”
“Miss?”