Vincent van Gogh Wheat Field with Cypresses

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'Have it your way,' said Nanny. 'But maybe one day he'll come back. Destiny again. And you said we should hide the crown. It'll all come back, mark my words. Hurry up with that tea, Magrat.'
'What are you going to do about the burghers?' said Granny.
'I told them they'll have to sort it out themselves. Once we use magic, I said, it'd never stop. You know that.'
'Right,' said Nanny Ogg, whose knowledge of the genealogy of Lancre was legendary. 'Bit of a beauty when she was younger. Broke many a heart, she did. Bit of a scandal there, I did hear. Granny's right, though. At the end of the day, a Fool's a Fool.'
'Why d'you want to know, Magrat?' said Granny Weather-wax.
'Oh . . . one of the girls in the village was asking me,' said Magrat, crimson to the ears.
Nanny cleared her throat, and grinned at Granny Weatherwax, who sniffed aloofly.
'It's a steady job,' said Nanny. 'I'll grant you that.'Granny, but there was a hint of wistfulness in her voice.'I'll tell you this, though,' said Nanny. 'They didn't like it much. They was muttering when they left.'Magrat blurted out, 'You know the Fool, who lives up at the castle?''Little man with runny eyes?' said Nanny, relieved that the conversation had returned to more normal matters.'Not that little,' said Magrat. 'What's his name, do you happen to know?''He's just called Fool,' said Granny. 'No job for a man, that. Running around with bells on.''His mother was a Beldame, from over Blackglass way,' said