Witches Abroad by Unknown

Author:Unknown
Language: eng
Format: epub

However available they were, and no further information was vouchsafed on this point, they were certainly more available than accommodation in Genua in Fat Lunchtime.

All the taverns and inns were more than full. Gradually the press of crowds pushed them out of the main streets and into the less fashionable quarters of the city, but still there was no room for the three of them.

Granny Weatherwax had had enough.

“The very next place we see,” she said, setting her jaw firmly, “we’re goin’ in. What’s that inn over there?”

Nanny Ogg peered at the sign.

“Hotel…No…Va…cancies,” she muttered, and then brightened up. “Hotel Nova Cancies,” she repeated. “That means ‘new, er, Cancies’ in foreign,” she added helpfully.

“It’ll do,” said Granny.

She pushed open the door. A round, red-faced man looked up from the desk. He was new to the job and very nervous; the last incumbent had disappeared for not being round and red-faced enough.

Granny didn’t waste time.

“You see this hat?” she demanded. “You see this broom?”

The man looked from her to the broom, and back again.

“Yes?” he said. “What’s that mean?”

“Means we want three rooms for the night,” said Granny, looking smugly at the other two.

“With sausage,” said Nanny.

“And one vegetarian meal,” said Magrat.

The man looked at all three of them. Then he went over to the door.

“You see this door? You see this sign?” he said.

“We don’t bother about signs,” said Granny.

“Well, then,” said the man, “I give up. What’s a pointy hat and a broom really mean?”

“That means I’m a witch,” said Granny.

The man put his head on one side.

“Yeah?” he said. “Is that another word for daft old woman?”

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.