Thomas Kinkade End Of A Perfect Day II

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took out her pipe and scratched her ear with it.
“Dunno. Up to you, I suppose.”
“Diamanda says why does it have to be here and now?”
“So’s everyone can see,” said Nanny Ogg. “That’s the point, ain’t it? Nothing hole and comer about it. Everyone’s got to know who’s best at witchcraft. The whole town. Everyone sees the winner win and the loser lose. That way there’s no argument, eh?”
Perdita glanced toward the tavern. Granny Weatherwax had dozed off.
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“Quietly confident,” said Nanny Ogg, crossing her fin-gers behind her back.
“Um, what happens to the loser?” said Perdita.
“Nothing, really,” said“Right.” Nanny thought about it, and shrugged. “Right. But we’d better do a magic circle first. Don’t want anyone else getting hurt, do we?”
“Do you mean using Skorhian Runes or the Triple Invocation octogram Nanny Ogg. “Generally she leaves the place. You can’t be a witch if people’ve seen you beat.”“Diamanda says she doesn’t want to hurt the old lady too much,” said Perdita. “Just teach her a lesson.”“That’s nice. Esme’s a quick learner.”“Um. I wish this wasn’t happening, Mrs. Ogg.”“That’s nice.”“Diamanda says Mistress Weatherwax has got a very impressive stare, Mrs. Ogg.”“That’s nice.”“So the test is ... just staring, Mrs. Ogg.”Nanny put her pipe in her mouth.“You mean the old first-one-to-blink-or-look-away challenge?”“Um, yes.”