Brent Lynch Coastal Drive

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'Better than drowning,' Nanny said.
She reached up to the mantelpiece and took down a clay pipe that was like a small tar pit. She lit it with a spill from the remains of the fire, while Greebo watched her carefully from his cushion.
Magrat idly lifted the hood from the ball and glared at it.
'I think,' she said, 'that I will never really understand about witchcraft. Just when I think I've got a grip on it, it changes.'
'We're all just people.' Nanny blew a cloud of blue smoke at the chimney. 'Everyone's just people.'
'Can I . On top of the general suspicion of witches, it was dawning on the few people in Lancre who had any dealings with the outside world that a) either more things had been happening than they had heard about before or b) time was out of joint. It wasn't easy to the few traders who came along the mountain tracks after the winter seemed to be rather older than they should have been. Unexplained happenings were always more or less expected borrow the crystal?' said Magrat suddenly.'Feel free,' said Nanny. She grinned at Magrat's back. 'Had a row with your young man?' she said.'I really don't know what you're talking about.''Haven't seen him around for weeks.''Oh, the duke sent him to—' Magrat stopped, and went on – 'sent him away for something or other. Not that it bothers me at all, either way.''So I see. Take the ball, by all means.'Magrat was glad to get back home. No-one was about on the moors at night anyway, but over the last couple of months things had definitely been getting worse