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There is that."
The midwife's name was Granny Weatherwax. She was a witch. That was quite acceptable in the Ramtops, and no one had a bad word to say about witches. At least, not if he wanted to wake up in the morning the same shape as he went to bed.
The smith was still staring gloomily at the rain when she came back down the stairs and clapped a warty hand on his shoulder.
He looked up at her.
"What shall I do, Granny?" he said, unable to keep the pleading out of his voice.
"What have you done with the wizard?"
"I put him Granny Weatherwax swung shut the big doors and turned to him angrily.
"Now you listen to me, Gordo Smith!" she said. "Female wizards aren't right either! It's the wrong kind of magic for women, is wizard magic, it's all books and stars and jommetry. She'd never grasp it out in the fuel store. Was that right?" "It'll do for now," she said briskly. "And now you must burn the staff." They both turned to stare at the heavy staff, which the smith had propped in the forge's darkest corner. It almost appeared to be looking back at them. "But it's magical," he whispered. "Well?" "Will it burn?" "Never knew wood that didn't." "It doesn't seem right!"Whoever heard of a female wizard?"
"There's witches," said the smith uncertainly. "And enchantresses too, I've heard."