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'What's going on now?' she said. 'Why're all them kings and people up there?'
'It's a banquet, see,' said Nanny Ogg authoritatively. 'Because of the dead king, him in the boots, as was, only now if you look, you'll see he's pretending to be a soldier, and everyone's making speeches about how good he was and a good play on the whole, they decided, although not very easy to follow. But it had been a jolly good laugh when all the kings had run off, and the woman in black had jumped up and did all the shouting. That alone had been well worth the ha'penny admission.
The three witches sat alone on the edge of the stage.
'I wonder how they get all them kings and lords to come here and do this?' said wondering who killed him.''Are they?' said Granny, grimly. She cast her eyes along the cast, looking for the murderer.She was making up her mind.Then she stood up.Her black shawl billowed around her like the wings of an avenging angel, come to rid the world of all that was foolishness and pretence and artifice and sham. She seemed somehow a lot bigger than normal. She pointed an angry finger at the guilty party.'He done it!' she shouted triumphantly. 'We all seed 'im! He done it with a dagger!' The audience filed out, contented. It had been