'She's really feeling low, isn't she?'
Nanny paused by the stone witch. Her pipe had gone out. She struck a match on the hooked nose.
'There's three of us,' she said. 'The right number. So we'll start by having a proper coven meetin'...'
'Aren't you worried?' said Agnes. 'She's... giving up... '
'Then it's up to us to carry on, isn't it?' said Nanny.
Nanny had placed the cauldron in the middle of the floor for the look of the thing, although an indoor coven meeting didn't feel right, and one without Granny Weatherwax felt worse.
Perdita said it made them look like soppy girls playing at it. The only fire in the room was in the huge black iron range, the very latest model, recently installed for Nanny by her loving sons. On it, the kettle began to boil.
'I'll make the tea, shall I?' said Magrat, getting up.
'No, you sit down. It's Agnes's job to make the tea,' said Nanny. 'You're the mother, so it's your job to pour.'
'What's your job, Nanny?' said Agnes.
'I drinks it,' said Nanny promptly. 'Right. We've got to find out more while they're still actin' friendly. Agnes, you go back to the castle with Magrat and the baby. She needs extra help anyway.' ;I'd like to notice it's there,' said Magrat. 'It's a bridge.'
'We're wasting time,' said Agnes. She strode out over the slabs of stone and stopped halfway.
'Rocks a bit, but it's not too bad,' she called back. 'You just have to-'
The slab shifted under her, and tipped her off.
She flung out her hands and caught the edge of the stone by sheer luck. But, strong though her fingers were, a lot of Agnes was penduluming underneath.
She looked down. She didn't want to, but it was a direction occupying a lot of the world.
The water's about a foot below you, it really is, said Perdita. All you have to do is drop, and you'd be good at that...
Agnes looked down again. The drop was so long that probably no one would hear the splash. It didn't just look deep, it felt deep. Clammy air rose around her. She could feel the sucking emptiness under her feet.
'Magrat threw a stone down there!' she hissed.
Yes, and I saw it fall a few inches.
'Now, I'm lyin' flat and Magrat's holdin' on to my legs,' said Nanny Ogg conversationally, right above her. 'I'm going to grab your wrists and, you know, I reckon if you swings a little sideways you ought to get your foot on one of the stone pillars and you'll be right as ninepence.'
'You don't have to talk to me as if I'm some kind of frightened idiot!' snapped Agnes.
'Just tryin' to be pleasant.'
'I can't move my hands!'
'Yes, you can. See, I've got your arm now.'
'I can't move my hands!'
'Don't rush, we've got all day,' said Nanny. 'Whenever you're ready.'
Agnes hung for a while. She couldn't even sense her hands now. That presumably meant that she wouldn't feel it when her grip slipped.
The stones groaned.
'Br... Nanny?'