'No,' said Nanny simply. 'This is Lancre we're talkin' about. If we was men, we'd be talking about layin' down our lives for the country. As women, we can talk about laying down.'
'I just don't want to hear this,' said Magrat.
'I ain't asking her to do what I wouldn't do,' said Nanny.
'Really? Then why-'
'Because no one wants me to do it,' said Nanny. 'But if I was fifty years younger I reckon I could have Sonny Jim bitin' turnips by midsummer.'
'You mean just because she's a woman she should use sexual wiles on him?' said Magrat. 'This is so... so... well, it's so Nanny Ogg, that's all I can say.'
'She should use any vale she can lay her hands on,' said Nanny. 'I don't care what Granny said, there's always a way. Like the hero in Tsort or wherever it was, who was completely invincible except for his heel and someone stuck a spear in it and killed him...'
'What are you expecting her to do, prod him all over?'
' 'I never understood that story, anyway,' said Nanny. 'I mean, if I knew I'd got a heel that would kill me if someone stuck a spear in it, I'd go into battle wearing very heavy boots-'
'You don't know what he's like,' said Agnes, ignoring the diversion. 'He looks at me as if he's undressing me with his eyes.'
'Eyes is allowed,' said Nanny.
'And he's laughing at me all the time! As if he knows I don't like him and that adds to the fun!'
'Now you get into that castle!' Nanny growled. 'For Lancre! For the Kingl For everyone in the country! And if he gets too much, let Perdita take over, 'cos I reckon there's some things she's better at!'
In the shocked silence there was a faint clinking noise from Nanny's sideboard.
Magrat coughed. 'J-just like the old days,' she said. 'Arguing all the time.'
Nanny stood up and unhooked a cast-iron saucepan from the beam over the kitchen range.
'You can't treat people like this,' said Agnes sullenly.
'I can,' said Nanny, tiptoeing in the direction of the sideboard. 'I'm the other one now, see?'
Ornaments flew and shattered as she brought the saucepan down hard, bottom upwards.
'Got you, you little blue devil!' she shouted. 'Don't think I didn't see you!'
The saucepan rose. Nanny leaned her weight on the handle but it still moved slowly along the dresser, rocking slightly from side to side, until it reached the edge.
Something red and blue dropped on to the floor and started moving towards the closed door.
At the same time Greebo shot past Agnes, accelerating. And then, just as he was about to spring, he changed his mind. All four feet extended their claws at the same time and bit into the floorboards. He rolled, sprang on to his feet, and started to wash himself.
The red and blue blur hit the door and picked itself up, becoming a blue man, six inches tall, with red hair. He carried a sword about the same size as himself.
'Ach, hins tak yer scaggie, yer dank yowl callyake!' he screamed.
'Oh, it's you,' said Nanny, relaxing. 'Do you want a drink?'
The sword was lowered slightly, but with a definite hint that it could be raised again at a moment's notice.
"tazit?'
Nanny reached down to the crate by her chair and sorted through the bottles.
'Scumble? My best. Vintage,' she said.