Chapter One - A thousand voices in unison
Granny Weatherwax lay on her back holding a sign that clearly read:
I AIN'T DEAD.
Borrowing was an art - unlike wizardry - borrowing was a gift, to get inside an animals mind is easy, but to merely ride along gently steering, is a science.
The mind she currently occupies is that of a rabbit. It knew something was wrong, and so did Granny Weatherwax. The air is different now - yes, something is definitely wrong.
She was sneaking back to her cottage having found out all the animals could tell her, which was, unfortunately, not much.
Esme Weatherwax opened her eyes and twitched her nose*, someone was knocking at the back door. She hopped out of bed and scurried over to the door. The wrinkled face of Nanny Ogg greeted her. She invited her in, trying to stop the twitching in her nose.
"You've been borrowing again haven't you?" Asked Nanny Ogg. Granny nodded, feeling her non-existent rabbit ears flop around her face.
"Ok, I'll come back later.." Said Nanny Ogg anxiously.
"No put the kettle on, I'll be fine in a minute." Nanny did not need telling twice, "There's no place like home when the kettles boilin' and the fires roarin'" though often when she said this, she had stormed someone else's home. Give Nanny Ogg a kettle and some teabags and she'll temporarily move in with you, at least until she's exhausted the drinks cupboard.
She took the tea over to Granny Weatherwax and put a healthy dose of brandy in her own. "To help settle me nerves." She explained. "So what's the news?" asked Granny Weatherwax. Nanny Ogg's normally creased face wrinkled further until it gave the impression that it had been sat on.
"Terribly happenings down the village, Esme. Well, I was on the way back from delivering Mrs Habids baby when I got this feeling of being watched, so I turned around and there was this. Laughing." She finished darkly.
"Laughing?"
"Yes, crazed it was." She shuddered. "I mean, who'd laugh at a witch? No one, that's who, not since that unfortunate occurrence with Mr Smith."
"He was asking for it, everyone else knows I don't "stick my nose into other people's business". "Or Miss Sturden." " So did she! "Interfering old bag" My broomstick." "Or Mr Green." "Alright Gytha, you've made your point; witches are not laughed at. We'll just find out who it was and. accept their apology." Said Granny Weatherwax fiercely. "Ahh." A stern look from Esme followed. "Well Gytha, it sounded like - a thousand people." "Must have been a group." Said Granny Weatherwax matter of factly.
"No - it was definitely one person, my witches intuition is telling me it was. It was more like. one person with a thousand different voices. It was horrible.
Granny Weatherwax let out the breath she had been holding.
"We'll discuss this in the morning." She said finally.
"Ok Esme, I'll tell Magrat, top of the hill at eleven?" Granny nodded while Nanny Ogg finished her tea. She left by the back door and walked confidently into the night.
Esme Weatherwax looked up at the moon and whistled through her teeth. "Oh bugger."
*Borrowing left peoples minds like the animal they had possessed for a
short time. It's especially hard when Granny borrows insect minds, basic
as they may be, it's hard not to forget you only have two arms and harder
not to accidentally pick things up with your fourth arm and drop it
awkwardly on the floor.
Once again.. Constructively review my fanfic please. :D, thank-you for
taking time to read this.
Granny Weatherwax lay on her back holding a sign that clearly read:
I AIN'T DEAD.
Borrowing was an art - unlike wizardry - borrowing was a gift, to get inside an animals mind is easy, but to merely ride along gently steering, is a science.
The mind she currently occupies is that of a rabbit. It knew something was wrong, and so did Granny Weatherwax. The air is different now - yes, something is definitely wrong.
She was sneaking back to her cottage having found out all the animals could tell her, which was, unfortunately, not much.
Esme Weatherwax opened her eyes and twitched her nose*, someone was knocking at the back door. She hopped out of bed and scurried over to the door. The wrinkled face of Nanny Ogg greeted her. She invited her in, trying to stop the twitching in her nose.
"You've been borrowing again haven't you?" Asked Nanny Ogg. Granny nodded, feeling her non-existent rabbit ears flop around her face.
"Ok, I'll come back later.." Said Nanny Ogg anxiously.
"No put the kettle on, I'll be fine in a minute." Nanny did not need telling twice, "There's no place like home when the kettles boilin' and the fires roarin'" though often when she said this, she had stormed someone else's home. Give Nanny Ogg a kettle and some teabags and she'll temporarily move in with you, at least until she's exhausted the drinks cupboard.
She took the tea over to Granny Weatherwax and put a healthy dose of brandy in her own. "To help settle me nerves." She explained. "So what's the news?" asked Granny Weatherwax. Nanny Ogg's normally creased face wrinkled further until it gave the impression that it had been sat on.
"Terribly happenings down the village, Esme. Well, I was on the way back from delivering Mrs Habids baby when I got this feeling of being watched, so I turned around and there was this. Laughing." She finished darkly.
"Laughing?"
"Yes, crazed it was." She shuddered. "I mean, who'd laugh at a witch? No one, that's who, not since that unfortunate occurrence with Mr Smith."
"He was asking for it, everyone else knows I don't "stick my nose into other people's business". "Or Miss Sturden." " So did she! "Interfering old bag" My broomstick." "Or Mr Green." "Alright Gytha, you've made your point; witches are not laughed at. We'll just find out who it was and. accept their apology." Said Granny Weatherwax fiercely. "Ahh." A stern look from Esme followed. "Well Gytha, it sounded like - a thousand people." "Must have been a group." Said Granny Weatherwax matter of factly.
"No - it was definitely one person, my witches intuition is telling me it was. It was more like. one person with a thousand different voices. It was horrible.
Granny Weatherwax let out the breath she had been holding.
"We'll discuss this in the morning." She said finally.
"Ok Esme, I'll tell Magrat, top of the hill at eleven?" Granny nodded while Nanny Ogg finished her tea. She left by the back door and walked confidently into the night.
Esme Weatherwax looked up at the moon and whistled through her teeth. "Oh bugger."
*Borrowing left peoples minds like the animal they had possessed for a
short time. It's especially hard when Granny borrows insect minds, basic
as they may be, it's hard not to forget you only have two arms and harder
not to accidentally pick things up with your fourth arm and drop it
awkwardly on the floor.
Once again.. Constructively review my fanfic please. :D, thank-you for
taking time to read this.