Henri Matisse The Blue Window

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The Fool pushed away the wet nose of an inquisitive cow.
'The duke will be expecting you,' he added.
'You said he said we weren't to know.'
'He said I mustn't tell you. But he also said, "They'll come anyway, I hope they do." Strange, really. He seemed in a very good mood when he said it. Um. Can I see you after the show?'
'Is that alldid do unpleasant things to people, sometimes.
Tomorrow night came, and the witches went by a roundabout route to the castle, with considerable reluctance.
'If he wants us to be here, I don't want to go,' said Granny. 'He's got some plan. He's using headology on us.'
'There's something up,' said Magrat. 'He had his men set fire to three cottages in our village last night. He always he said?''Oh, there was something about showing witches their future. I didn't understand it. I really would like to see you after the show, you know. I brought—''I think I might be washing my hair,' said Magrat vaguely. 'Excuse me, I really ought to be going.''Yes, but I brought you this pres—' said the Fool vaguely, watching her departing figure.He sagged as she disappeared between the trees, and looked down at the necklace wound tightly between his nervous fingers. It was, he had to admit, terribly tasteless, but it was the sort of thing she liked, all silver and skulls. It had cost him too much.A cow, misled by his horns, stuck its tongue in his ear.It was true, the Fool thought. Witches