'All right, then, in here...'
They ducked into the stables. Nanny peered back into the night and shut the door quietly.
'It's very dark,' whispered Magrat.
'I could always change babies by feel when I was young.'
'I'd prefer not to have to. Hey... there's a light...'
The weak glow of a candle was just visible at the far end of the loose boxes.
Igor was brushing the horses until they shone. His muttering kept time with the strokes of the brush. Something seemed to be on his mind.
'Thilly voithe, eh? Thilly walk? What the hell doth he know? Jumped-up whipper-thnapper! Igor thtop thith, Igor thtop that... all thethe kidth thwanning around, trying to puth me around... there'th a covenant in thethe thingth. The old marthter knew that! A thervant ith not a thlave...'
He glanced around. A piece of straw drifted to the ground.
He began brushing again. 'Huh! Fetch thith, fetch that... never a morthel of rethpect, oh no...'
Igor stopped and pulled another piece of straw off his sleeve.
'... and another thing..
.'
There was a creak, a rush of air, the horse reared in its stall and Igor was borne to the ground, his head feeling as though it was caught in a vice.
'Now, if I brings my knees together,' said a cheerful female voice above him, 'it's very probable I could make your brains come right down your nose. But I know that ain't going to happen, because I'm sure we're all friends here. Say yes.'
' 'th.'
'That's the best we're going to get, I expect.'
Nanny Ogg got up and flicked straw off her dress. 'I've been in cleaner haylofts,' she said. 'Up you get, Mr Igor. And if you're thinking of anything clever, my colleague over there is holdin' a pitchfork and she ain't much good at aiming so who knows what part of you she might hit?'
'Ith that a baby thee'th carrying?'
'We're very modern,' said Nanny. 'We've got hedge money and everything. And now we'll have your coach, Igor.'
'Will we?' said Magrat. 'Where're we going?'
'It's a wicked night. I don't want to keep the babby out, and I don't know where we'd be safe near here. Maybe we can get down on to the plains before morning.'
'I won't leave Lancre I'
'Save the child,' said Nanny. 'Make sure there's going to be a future. Besides...' She mouthed something at Magrat which Igor did not catch.
'We can't be sure of that,' said Magrat.
'You know the way Granny thinks,' said Nanny. 'She'll want us to keep the baby safe,' she added loudly. 'So hitch up the horses, Mr Igor.'
'Yeth, mithtreth,' said Igor meekly.*
'Are you kicking my bucket, Igor?'[12]
'No, it'th a pleathure to be commanded in a clear, firm authoritative voithe, mithtreth,' said Igor, lurching over to the bridles. 'None of thith "Would you mind..." rubbith. An Igor liketh to know where he thtandth.'
'Slightly lopsidedly?' said Magrat.