Thomas Kinkade St. Nicholas Circle

Thomas Kinkade St. Nicholas CircleThomas Kinkade Silent NightThomas Kinkade Julianne's cottage
square. Not much happened in Lancre anyway, and a duel between witches was a sight worth seeing.
Granny Weatherwax arrived at a quarter to noon. Nanny Ogg was waiting on a bench by the tavern. She had a towel around her neck, and was carrying a bucket of water in which floated a sponge.
“What’s that for?” said Granny.
“Half time. And I done you a plate of oranges.”
She held up the plate. Granny snorted.
“You look as if you could do with eating something, any-way,” said Nanny. “You don’t look as if you’ve had anything today...”
She glanced down at Granny’s boots, and the grubby hem of her long black dress. There were scraps of bracken and bits of heather “You’d have talked me out of it.”
Nanny Ogg leaned forward.
“You all right, Esme?”
“Fine! I’m fine! Nothing wrong with me, all right?”caught on it.“You daft old besom!” she hissed. “What’ve you beendoing”“I had to—““You’ve been up at the Stones, haven’t you! Trying to hold back the Gentry.”“Of course,” said Granny. Her voice wasn’t faint. She wasn’t swaying. But her voice wasn’t faint and she wasn’t swaying. Nanny Ogg could see, because Granny Weatherwax’s body was in the grip of Granny Weatherwax’s mind.“Someone’s got to,” she added.“You could have come and asked me!”
“Have you had any sleep at all?” she said.