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captain leaned down and stared at three pairs of frightened eyes. He was trembling.
'That,' he said, 'is the last time you'll eat anyone's sausage.'
He was aware that now the soldiers were giving him odd looks as well. He coughed and pulled himself together.
'Very well then, my theatrical witches,' he said. 'You've done your show, and now it's time for your applause.' He nodded to his men.
'Clap them in chains,' he said.

Three other witches sat in the gloom behind the stage, staring vacantly into the darkness. Granny Weatherwax had pickedand loudly. 'If this gets about, witches'll always be old hags with green blusher.'
'And meddlin' in the affairs of kings,' said Nanny. 'Which we never do, as is well known.'
'It's not the meddlin' I object to,' said Granny Weatherwax, her chin on her hand. 'It's the evil meddling.'
'And the unkindness to animals,' muttered Magrat. 'All that stuff about eye of dog and ear of toad. No-one uses that kind of stuff.'
Granny Weatherwax and Nanny Ogg carefully avoided one another's faces. up a copy of the script, which she peered at from time to time, as if seeking ideas.' "Divers alarums and excursions",' she read, uncertainly.'That means lots of terrible happenings,' said Magrat. 'You always put that in plays.''Alarums and what?' said Nanny Ogg, who hadn't been listening.'Excursions,' said Magrat patiently.'Oh.' Nanny Ogg brightened a bit. 'The seaside would be nice,' she said.'Do shut up, Gytha,' said Granny Weatherwax. 'They're not for you. They're only for divers, like it says. Probably so they can recover from all them alarums.''We can't let this happen,' said Magrat, quickly