Plenty of meals on her, said Perdita. Cook and larder all in one.
'That was tasteless!' said Agnes.
'What was?' said the priest.
'Oh... just a thought I had. Let's go up the back stairs.'
They were bare stone, communicating with the public bits of the keep via a door at every level. On the other side of those doors it was still bare stone, but a better class of masonry altogether and with tapestries and carpets. Agnes pushed open a door.
A couple of the Uberwald people were ambling along the corridor beyond, carrying something covered in a cloth. They didn't spare the newcomers a glance as Agnes led the way to the royal apartments.
Magrat was standing on a chair when they came in. She looked down at them while little painted wooden stars and animals tangled themselves around her upraised arm.
'Wretched things,' she said. 'You'd think it would be easy, wouldn't you? Hello, Agnes. Could you hold the chair?'
'What are you doing?' said Agnes. She looked carefully. There was no bandage round Magrat's neck.
'Trying to hook this mobile on to the chandelier,' said Magrat. 'Uh... that's done it. But it tangles up all the time! Verence says it's very good for young children to see lots of bright colours and shapes. It speeds development, he says. But I can't find Millie anywhere.'
There's a castle full of vampires, and she's decorating the playroom, said Perdita. What's wrong with this woodcut?
Somehow, Agnes couldn't bring herself to blurt out a warning. Apart from anything else, the chair looked wobbly.
'Little Esme's only two weeks old,' said Agnes.
'Isn't that a bit young for education?'
'Never too early to start, he says. What can I do for you?'
'We need you to come with us. Right now.'
'Why?' said Magrat, and to Agnes's relief she stepped down from the chair.
'Why? Magrat, there's vampires in the castle! The Magpyr family are vampires!'
'Don't be silly, they're very pleasant people. I was talking to the Countess only this morning-'
'What about?' Agnes demanded. 'I bet you can't remember!'
'I am Queen, Agnes,' said Magrat reproachfully.
'Sorry, but they affect people's minds-'
'Yours?'
'Um, no, not mine. I have- I'm- It seems I'm immune,' Agnes lied.
'And his?' said Magrat sharply.
'I am protected by my faith in Om,' said Oats.
Magrat raised her eyebrows at Agnes. 'Is he?'
Agnes shrugged. 'Apparently.'
Magrat leaned closer. 'He's not drunk, is he? He's holding two beer bottles.'
'They're full of holy water,' Agnes whispered.