Part 20 (1/2)
”It's...a fur collar,” said Nanny.
”Excuse me me, but I just saw it flick its tail.”
”Yes. I happen to believe in beauty without cruelty.”
Agnes was aware of something happening backstage. Little groups of men were forming, and then breaking up as various individuals hurried away about their mysterious tasks.
Out in front the orchestra was already tuning up. The chorus was filing on to be A Busy Marketplace, in which various jugglers, gypsies, sword swallowers and gaily dressed yokels would be entirely unsurprised at an apparently drunken baritone strolling on to sing an enormous amount of plot at a pa.s.sing tenor.
She saw Mr. Bucket and Mr. Salzella deep in argument with the stage manager.
”How can we search the entire building? This place is a maze!”
”He might have just wandered off somewhere...?”
”He's as blind as a bat without those gla.s.ses.”
”But we can't be certain certain something's happened to him.” something's happened to him.”
”Oh, yes? You didn't say that when we opened the double-ba.s.s case. You were certain he was going to be inside. Admit it.”
”I...wasn't expecting just to find a smashed double ba.s.s, yes. But I was feeling a bit mithered at that point.”
A sword swallower nudged Agnes.
”What?”
”Curtain up in one minute, dear,” he said, smearing mustard on his sword.
”Has something happened to Dr. Undershaft?”
”Couldn't say, dear. You wouldn't have any salt, would you?”
”'Scuse me. 'Scuse me. Sorry. 'Scuse me. Was that your foot? 'Scuse me...”
Leaving a trail of annoyed and pained patrons in their wake, the witches trod their way to their seats.
Granny elbowed herself comfortable and then, having in some matters the boredom threshold of a four-year-old, said: ”What's happenin' now?”
Nanny's skimpy knowledge of opera didn't come to her aid. So she turned to the lady beside her.
”'Scuse me, could I borrow your program? Thank you. 'Scuse me, could I borrow your spectacles? So kind.”
She spent a few moments in careful study.
”This is the overture,” she said. ”It's kind of a free sample of what's going to happen. 'S got a summary of the story, too. La Triviata La Triviata.”
Her lips moved as she read. Occasionally her brow wrinkled.
”Well, it's quite simple reely,” she said, at last. ”A lot of people are in love with one another, there's considerable dressing up as other people and general confusion, there's a cheeky servant, no one really knows who anyone is, a couple of ole dukes go mad, chorus of gypsies, etc. Your basic opera. Someone's prob'ly going to turn out to be someone else's long-lost son or daughter or wife or something.”
”Shh!” said a voice behind them.
”Wish we'd brought something to eat,” muttered Granny.
”I think I've got some peppermints in my knicker leg.”
”Shh!”
”I would like my spectacles back, please.”
”Here you are, ma'am. They're not very good, are they?”
Someone tapped Nanny Ogg on the shoulder. ”Madam, your fur stole is eating my chocolates!”
And someone tapped Granny Weatherwax on her her shoulder. ”Madam, kindly remove your hat.” shoulder. ”Madam, kindly remove your hat.”
Nanny Ogg choked on her peppermint.
Granny Weatherwax turned to the red-faced gentleman behind her. ”You do know what a woman in a pointy hat is, don't you?” she said.
”Yes, madam. A woman in a pointy hat is sitting in front of me.”
Granny gave him a stare. And then, to Nanny's surprise, she removed her hat.
”I do beg your pardon,” she said. ”I can see I was inadvertently bad-mannered. Pray excuse me.”
She turned back to the stage.
Nanny Ogg started breathing again. ”You feeling all right, Esme?”
”Never better.”
Granny Weatherwax surveyed the auditorium, oblivious to the sounds around her.
”I a.s.sure you, madam, your fur is is eating my chocolates. It's started on the second layer! eating my chocolates. It's started on the second layer!”
”Oh, dear. Show him the little map inside the lid, will you? He's only after the truffles, and you can soon rub the dribble off the others.”
”Do you mind being quiet?”
”I don't mind, it's this man and his chocolates that's making the noise-”
A big room, Granny thought. A great big room without windows...
There was a tingling in her thumbs.