tp.wyrd sisters-第52部分
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'I don't think that would be appropriate；' said Granny carefully； after a certain amount of internal struggle。 'It could give people the wrong idea。'
'But not for long；' said Nanny wistfully。
'No； we can't be having with that sort of thing；' said Granny； a little more firmly this time。 'We'd never hear the last of it。'
'Why don't we just change the words？' said Magrat。 'When they e back on stage we could just put the 'fluence on them so they forget what they're saying； and give them some new words。'
'I suppose you're an expert at theatre words？' said Granny sarcastically。 'They'd have to be the proper sort； otherwise people would suspect。'
'Shouldn't be too difficult；' said Nanny Ogg dismissively。 'I've been studyin' it。 You go tumpty…tumpty…tumpty。'
Granny gave this some consideration。
'There's more to it than that； I believe；' she said。 'Some of those speeches were very good。 I couldn't understand hardly any of it。'
'There's no trick to it at all；' Nanny Ogg insisted。 'Anyway； half of them are forgetting their lines as it is。 It'll be easy。'
'We could put words in their mouths？' said Magrat。
Nanny Ogg nodded。 'I don't know about new words；' she said。 'But we can make them forget these words。'
They both looked at Granny Weatherwax。 She shrugged。
'I suppose it's worth a try；' she conceded。
'Witches as yet unborn will thank us for it；' said Magrat ardently。
'Oh； good；' said Granny。
'At last！ What are you three playing at？ We've been looking for you everywhere！'
The witches turned to see an irate dwarf trying to loom over them。
'Us？' said Magrat。 'But we're not in…'
'Oh yes you are； remember； we put it in last week。 Act Two； Downstage； around the cauldron。 You haven't got to say anything。 You're symbolising occult forces at work。 Just be as wicked as you can。 e on； there's good lads。 You've done well so far。'
Hwel slapped Magrat on the bottom。 'Good plexion you've got mere； Wilph；' he said encouragingly。 'But for goodness' sake use a bit more padding； you're still the wrong shape。 Fine warts there； Billem。 I must say；' he added； standing back； 'you look as nasty a bunch of hags as a body might hope to clap eyes on。 Well done。 Shame about the wigs。 Now run along。 Curtain up in one minute。 Break a leg。'
He gave Magrat another ringing slap on her rump； slightly hurting his hand； and hurried off to shout at someone else。
None of the witches dared to speak。 Magrat and Nanny Ogg found themselves instinctively turning towards Granny。
She sniffed。 She looked up。 She looked around。 She looked at the brightly lit stage behind her。 She brought her hands together with a clap that echoed around the castle； and then rubbed them together。
'Useful；' she said grimly。 'Let's do the show right here。' Nanny squinted sullenly after Hwel。 'Break your own leg；' she muttered。
Hwel stood in the wings and gave the signal for the curtains。 And for the thunder。
It didn't e。
'Thunder！' he hissed； in a voice heard by half the audience。 'Get on with it！'
A voice from behind the nearest pillar wailed； 'I went and bent the thunder； Hwel！ It just goes clonk…clonk！'
Hwel stood silent for a moment； counting。 The pany watched him； awestruck but not； unfortunately； thunderstruck。
At last he raised his fists to the open sky and said； 'I wanted a storm！ Just a storm。 Not even a big storm。 Any storm。 Now I want to make myself absolutely CLEAR！ I have had ENOUGH！ I want thunder right NOW！'
The stab of lightning that answered him turned the multi…hued shadows of the castle into blinding white and searing black。 It was followed by a roll of thunder； on cue。
It was the loudest noise Hwel had ever heard。 It seemed to start inside his head and work its way outwards。
It went on and on； shaking every stone in the castle。 Dust rained down。 A distant turret broke away with balletic slowness and； tumbling end over end； dropped gently into the hungry depths of the gorge。
When it finished it left a silence that rang like a bell。
Hwel looked up at the sky。 Great black clouds were blowing across the castle； blotting out the stars。
The storm was back。
It had spent ages learning its craft。 It had spent years lurking in distant valleys。 It had practised for hours in front of a glacier。 It had studied the great storms of the past。 It had honed its art to perfection。 And now； tonight； with what it could see was clearly an appreciative audience waiting for it； it was going to take them by； well 。 。 。 tempest。
Hwel smiled。 Perhaps the gods did listen； after all。 He wished he'd asked for a really good wind machine as well。
He gestured frantically at Tomjon。
'Get on with it！'
The boy nodded； and launched into his main speech。
'And now our domination is plete…'
Behind him on the stage the witches bent over the cauldron。
'It's just tin； this one；' hissed Nanny。 'And it's full of all yuk。'
'And the fire is just red paper；' whispered Magrat。 'It looked so real from up there； it's just red paper！ Look； you can poke it…'
'Never mind；' said Granny。 'Just look busy； and wait until I say。'
As the Evil King and the Good Duke began the exchange that was going to lead to the exciting Duel Scene they became unfortably aware of activity behind them； and occasional chuckles from the audience。 After a totally inappropriate burst of laughter Tomjon risked a sideways glance。
One of the witches was taking their fire to bits。 Another one was trying to clean the cauldron。 The third one was sitting with her arms folded； glaring at him。
'The very soil cries out at tyranny…' said Wimsloe； and then caught the expression on Tomjon's face and followed his gaze。 His voice trailed into silence。
' 〃And calls me forth for vengeance〃；' prompted Tomjon helpfully。
'B…but…' whispered Wimsloe； trying to point surreptitiously with his dagger。
'I wouldn't be seen dead with a cauldron like this；' said Nanny Ogg； in a whisper loud enough to carry to the back of the courtyard。 'Two days' work with a scourer and a bucket of sand； is this。'
' 〃And calls me forth for vengeance〃 ' hissed Tomjon。 Out of the tail of his eye he saw Hwel in the wings； frozen in an attitude of incoherent rage。
'How do they make it flicker？' said Magrat。
'Be quiet； you two；' said Granny。 'You're upsetting people。' She raised her hat to Wimsloe。 'Go ahead； young man。 Don't mind us。'
'Wha？' said Wimsloe。
'Aha； it calls you forth for vengeance； does it？' said Tomjon。 in desperation。 'And the heavens cry revenge； too； I expect。'
On cue； the storm produced a thunderbolt that blew the top off another tower 。 。 。
The duke crouched in his seat； his face a panorama of fear。 He extended what had once been a finger。
'There they are；' he breathed。 'That's them。 What are they doing in my play？ Who said they could be in my play？'
The duchess； who was less inclined to deal in rhetorical questions； beckoned to the nearest guard。
On stage Tomjon was sweating under the load of the script。 Wimsloe was incoherent。 Now Gumridge； who was playing the part of the Good Duchess in a wig of flax； had lost the thread as well。
'Aha； thou callst me an evil king； though thou wisperest it so none save I may hear it；' Tomjon croaked。 'And thou hast summoned the guard； possibly by some most secret signal； owing nought to artifice of lips or tongue。'
A guard came on crabwise； still stumbling from Hwel's shove。 He stared at Granny Weatherwax。
'Hwel says what the hell's going on？' he hissed。
'What was that？' said Tomjon。 'Did I hear you say / e； my lady？'
'Get these people off； he says！'
Tomjon advanced to the front of the stage。
'Thou babblest； man。 See how I dodge thy tortoise spear。 I said； see how I dodge thy tortoise spear。 Thy spear； man。 You're holding it in thy bloody hand； for goodness' sake。'
The guard gave him a desperate； frozen grin。
Tomjon hesitated。 Three other actors around him were staring fixedly at the witches。 Looming up in front of him with all the inevitability of a tax demand was a sword fight during which； it was beginning to appear； he would have to parry his own wild thrusts and stab himself to death。
He turned to the three witches。 His mouth opened。
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