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suppose so, sir. Prithee.'
'Good. Where do you sleep, my Fool?'
'In the stables, sir.'
'From now on you may sleep in the corridor outside my room,' said the duke beneficently.
'Gosh!'
'And now,' said the duke, his voice dripping across the Fool like treacle over a pudding, 'tell me about witches . . .'

That night the Fool slept on good royal flagstones in the whistling corridor above the Great Hall instead of the warm stuffy straw of the stables.
'This is foolish,' he told himself. 'Marry, but is it foolish enough!'
He dozed off fitfully, into some sort of dream where a vague figure kept trying to attract his attention, and was only dimly 'You must have him executed,' she said promptly. 'To make an example to the others.'
'A course of action, my dear, which ultimately results in us ordering the last soldier to cut his own throat as an example to himself. By the way,' he added mildly, 'there would appear to be somewhat fewer servants around the place. You know I would not normally interfere—'
'Then don't,' she snapped. 'Housekeeping is under my control. I cannot abide slackness.'
'I'm sure you know best, but—'aware of the voices of Lord and Lady Felmet on the other side of the door.'It's certainly a lot less draughty,' said the duchess grudgingly.The duke sat back in the armchair and smiled at his wife.'Well?' she demanded. 'Where are the witches?''The chamberlain would appear to be right, beloved. The witches seem to have the local people in thrall. The sergeant of the guard came back empty-handed.' Handed . . . he came down heavily on the importunate thought.