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They flew in chilly silence for several seconds.
'I was speaking wossname. Figuratively,' said Granny.
'Oh. Well. You should of said.'
The line of light was bigger, brighter. For the first time a flicker of doubt invaded Granny Weatherwax's mind, puzzled to find itself in such unfamiliar surroundings.
'I wonder how many cockerels there are in Lancre?' she said quietly.
'Was that one of them wossname questions?'
'I was just wondering.'
Nanny Ogg sat back. There were thirty-two of crowing age, she knew. She knew because she'd worked it out last night – tonight - and had given Jason his instructions. She had fifteen grown-up children and innumerable grandchildren and great-grandchildren, and they'd had most of the evening to get into position. It should be enough.
'Did you 'Your shoulders are shaking!'hear that?' said Granny. 'Over Razorback way?'Nanny looked innocently across the misty landscape. Sound travelled very clearly in these early hours.'What?' she said.'Sort of an "urk" noise?''No.'Granny spun around.'Over there,' she said. 'I definitely heard it this time. Something like "cock-a-doo-arrgh".''Can't say I did, Esme,' said Nanny, smiling at the sky. 'Lancre Bridge up ahead.''And over there! Right down there! It was a definite squawk!''Dawn chorus, Esme, I expect. Look, only half a mile to go.'Granny glared at the back of her colleague's head.'There's something going on here,' she said.'Search me, Esme.'
'Lost my shawl back there. I'm a bit chilly. Look, we're nearly there