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"I wish this rain would clear up" was probably okay, because the Feegles couldnt do actual magic, but she had learned to be careful not to wish for anything that might be achievable by some small, determined, strong, fearless, and fast men who were also not above giving someone a good kicking if they felt like it.
Wishes needed thought. She was never likely to say out loud, "I wish that I could marry a handsome prince," but knowing that if you did youd probably open the door to find a stunned prince, a tied-up priest, and a Nac Mac Feegle grinning cheerfully and ready to act as best man definitely made you watch what you said. But they could be helpful, in a haphazard way, and shed taken to leaving out for them things that the family didnt need but might be useful to little people, like tiny mustard spoons, pins, a soup bowl that would make a nice bath for a Feegle, and, in case they didnt get the message, some soap. They didnt steal the soap.
Her last visit to the ancient burial mound high on the chalk down where the pictsies lived had been to attend the wedding of Rob Anybody, the Big Man of the clan, to Jeannie of the Long Lake. She was going to be the new kelda and spend most of the rest of her life in the mound, having babies like a queen bee.
Feegles from other clans had all turned up for the celebration, because if theres one thing a Feegle likes more than a party, its a bigger party, and if theres anything better than a bigger party, its a bigger party with someone else paying for the drink. To be honest, Tiffany had felt a bit out of place, being ten times as tall as the next tallest person there, but shed been treated very well, and Rob Anybody had made a long speech about her, calling her "our fine big wee young hag" before falling face-first into the pudding.
It had all been very hot, and very loud, but shed joined in the cheer when Jeannie had carried Rob Anybody over a tiny broomstick that had been laid on the floor. Traditionally, both the bride and the groom should jump over the broomstick, but equally traditionally, no self-respecting Feegle would be sober on his wedding day.
Shed been warned that it would be a good idea to leave then, because of the traditional fight between the brides clan and the grooms clan, which could take until Friday.
Tiffany had bowed to Jeannie, because thats what hags did, and had a good look at her. She was small and sweet and very pretty. She also had a glint in her eye and a certain proud lift to her chin. Nac Mac Feegle girls were very rare, and they grew up knowing they were going to be keldas one day, and Tiffany had a definite feeling that Rob Anybody was going to find married life trickier than hed thought.
She was going to be sorry to leave them behind, but not terribly sorry. They were nice in a way, but they could, after a while, get on your nerves. Anyway, she was eleven now, and had a feeling that after a certain age you shouldnt slide down holes in the ground to talk to little men.
Besides, the look that Jeannie had given her, just for a moment, had been pure poison. Tiffany had read its meaning without having to try. Tiffany had been the kelda of the clan, even if it was only for a short time. She had also been engaged to be married to Rob Anybody, even if that had only been a sort of political trick. Jeannie knew all that. And the look had said: He is mine. This place is mine. I do not want you here! Keep out!
A pool of silence followed Tiffany and Miss Tick down the lane, since the usual things that rustle in hedges tended to keep very quiet when the Nac Mac Feegle were around.
They reached the little village green and sat down to wait for the carriers cart that went just a bit faster than walking pace and would take five hours to get to the village of Twoshirts, whereTiffanys parents thoughttheyd get the big coach that ran all the way to the distant mountains and beyond.
From A Hat Full of Sky by Terry Pratchett. Copyright © 2004 by Terry and Lyn Pratchett. All rights reserved. Reproduced by permission of Harper Collins Publishers.
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