The half-moon was veiled by racing clouds. Though the night small groups of people moved towards their targets.
Nanny slept the sleep of the little black bottle on the bedside table. At the bottom of the bed slept Greebo, the most vile animal ever to hide inside a kennel and wait for the hunting dogs to come home. The window was open, letting the night air fill the room. A sound made one of Greebo's ragged ears perk. A bottle flew though the window and smashed. The colour of vapour filled the room, spilling out the window. Greebo screeched, Nanny sat up and said "what the h-" before collapsing. Figures moved quickly, masks over their faces, binding Nanny and leaving just as fast as they had come. Behind them Greebo was unconscious on the bed.
This had been considered one of the harder parts to the mission. The group had scaled the wall, totally missed by the guard who was down in the kitchen peeling spuds. They moved quietly though the castle and paused outside a door. One took hold of the handle, the other took a bottle from a padded bag. Throwing open the door, the bottle was thrown, the door closed again. They bound & gagged Magrat and picked up the sleeping Esme. Closing the door behind them, they left an unconscious Verence in his bed on the floor. The last man out dropped a note on his chest.
The group led by the Woman carefully approached Granny's cottage. Her bedroom window lay open.
"What about the girl?" puppy-sandwich voice asked.
"What about her? The vapour will fill the cottage." The woman let fly, and the bottle sailed though the window and smashed on the floor. They let themselves in and bagged & gagged Granny. In her room Heather eyes shot open. She heard the steps and opened the door.
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING!" she shouted, using all of the tricks Granny had been able to teach her. Unfortunately she didn't look behind her. One of the men clenched his fist and hit her on the head. She lay outside her room, unconscious.
All over Lancre that night, bottles were thrown and people were kidnapped. Almost always it was a child, a wife, but almost never the men. Jason Ogg's wife and eldest son were kidnapped. Carter lost his daughter, Weaver his son. When the sun rose, they all found out what had happened and headed for the castle.
Nanny slept the sleep of the little black bottle on the bedside table. At the bottom of the bed slept Greebo, the most vile animal ever to hide inside a kennel and wait for the hunting dogs to come home. The window was open, letting the night air fill the room. A sound made one of Greebo's ragged ears perk. A bottle flew though the window and smashed. The colour of vapour filled the room, spilling out the window. Greebo screeched, Nanny sat up and said "what the h-" before collapsing. Figures moved quickly, masks over their faces, binding Nanny and leaving just as fast as they had come. Behind them Greebo was unconscious on the bed.
This had been considered one of the harder parts to the mission. The group had scaled the wall, totally missed by the guard who was down in the kitchen peeling spuds. They moved quietly though the castle and paused outside a door. One took hold of the handle, the other took a bottle from a padded bag. Throwing open the door, the bottle was thrown, the door closed again. They bound & gagged Magrat and picked up the sleeping Esme. Closing the door behind them, they left an unconscious Verence in his bed on the floor. The last man out dropped a note on his chest.
The group led by the Woman carefully approached Granny's cottage. Her bedroom window lay open.
"What about the girl?" puppy-sandwich voice asked.
"What about her? The vapour will fill the cottage." The woman let fly, and the bottle sailed though the window and smashed on the floor. They let themselves in and bagged & gagged Granny. In her room Heather eyes shot open. She heard the steps and opened the door.
"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING!" she shouted, using all of the tricks Granny had been able to teach her. Unfortunately she didn't look behind her. One of the men clenched his fist and hit her on the head. She lay outside her room, unconscious.
All over Lancre that night, bottles were thrown and people were kidnapped. Almost always it was a child, a wife, but almost never the men. Jason Ogg's wife and eldest son were kidnapped. Carter lost his daughter, Weaver his son. When the sun rose, they all found out what had happened and headed for the castle.