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I saw Carter and Thatcher.”Mist curled up as the rain drummed into the warmearth. The seven surviving Morris Men crawled under adripping bush.“There’s going to be hell to pay in the morning!”moaned Carter. “When she finds us we’re done for!”“We’ll be all right if we can find some iron,” said Jason.“Iron don’t have no effect on her! She’ll tan our hidesfor us!”
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d’you think?”
“But, miss, you can’t take iron—“
Magrat slammed the door. Then she kicked the bowl of milk so hard that it sprayed across the street.
Jason Ogg crawled cautiously through the dripping bracken. There was a figure a few feet away. He hefted the stone in his hand—
“Jason?”
“Is that you, Weaver?”
“No, it’s me—Tailor.”
“Where’s everyone else?”
“Tinker’n Baker found Carpenter just now. Have you seen Weaver?”
“No, butCarter clutched his knees to his chest in terror.
“Who?”
“Mistress Weatherwax!”

Thatcher jabbed him in the ribs. Water cascaded off the leaves above them and tunneled down every neck.