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Beforetwo sisters to a bed had been norood offer Her parents had been ihtly scared of Miss Tick, but they had been brought up to believe that people who knewwords were quite ireed Tiffany accidentally heard theht It's quite easy to accidentally overhear people talking downstairs if you hold an upturned glass to the floorboards and accidentally put your ear to it She heard her father say that Tiffany didn't have to go away at all She heard her irls wondered as out there in the world, so it was best to get it out of her systeood head on her shoulders Why, with hard work there was no reason why one day she couldn't be a servant to someone quite important, like Aunt Hetty had been, and live in a house with an inside privy

Her father said she'd find that scrubbing floors was the saet bored and come back home after the year was up and, by the hat did 'prowess' ht Tiffany to herself They did have an old dictionary in the house, but her ht of all those words upset her Tiffany had read it all the way through And that was it, and suddenly here she was, aher old boots, which'd been worn by all her sisters before her, in a piece of clean rag and putting theht her, which looked as if it was rape pipsThere were goodbyes She cried a bit, and her mother cried a lot, and her little brother Wentworth cried as well just in case he could get a sweet for doing so Tiffany's father didn't cry but gave her a silver dollar and rather gruffly told her to be sure to write hooodbye to the cheeses in the dairy and the sheep in the paddock and even to Ratbag the cat Then everyone apart froate and waved to her and Miss Tick -well, except for the sheep, too - until they'd gone nearly all the way down the chalky-white lane to the village

And then there was silence except for the sound of their boots on the flinty surface and the endless song of the skylarks overhead It was late August, and very hot, and the new boots pinched 'I should take them off, if I was you,' said Miss Tick after a while Tiffany sat down by the side of the lane and got her old boots out of the case She didn't bother to ask how Miss Tick knew about the tight new boots Witches paid attention The old boots, even though she had to wear several pairs of socks with them, were much more co since long before Tiffany was born, and kne to do it 'And are we going to see anylittle ain 'I don't know, Miss Tick,' said Tiffany 'I told the They're very busy at this ti ,' she said 'Or hear anything'

'No, that's how you can tell they're there,' said Tiffany 'It's always a bit quieter if they're watching me But they won't show thes - that's their word for witches,' she added quickly 'It's nothing personal' Miss Tick sighed 'When I was a little girl I'd have loved to see the pictsies,' she said 'I used to put out little saucers of milk Of course, later on I realized that wasn't quite the thing to do'

'No, you should have used strong licker,' said Tiffany She glanced at the hedge and thought she saw, just for the snap of a second, a flash of red hair And she smiled, a little nervously Tiffany had been, if only for a few days, the nearest a hu can be to a queen of the fairies Admittedly, she'd been called a kelda rather than a queen, and the Nac Mac Feegle should only be called fairies to their face if you were looking for a fight On the other hand the Nac Mac Feegle were always looking for a fight, in a cheerful sort of way, and when they had no one to fight they fought one another, and if one was all by himself he'd kick his own nose just to keep in practice Technically, they had lived in Fairyland, but had been thrown out, probably for being drunk And now, because if you'd ever been their kelda they never forgot youthey were always there There was always one soh over the chalk downs And they watched her, to help and protect her, whether she wanted them to or not Tiffany had been as polite as possible about this She'd hidden her diary right at the back of a drawer and blocked up the cracks in the privy added paper, and done her best with the gaps in her bedroom floorboards, too They were little men, after all She was sure they tried to reood at spotting theical fairytale three wishes, the ones that always go wrong in the end, but ordinary, everyday ones The Nac Mac Feegle were i and fearless and incredibly fast, but they weren't good at understanding that what people said often wasn't what they meant One day, in the dairy, Tiffany had said, 1 wish I had a sharper knife to cut this cheese,' and herin the table beside her alot the words out 'I wish this rain would clear up' was probably OK, because the Feegles couldn't do actual ic, but she had learned to be careful not to wish for anything that , fearless and fastif they felt like it

Wishes needed thought She was never likely to say, out loud, 'I wish that I couldthat if you did you'd probably open the door to find a stunned prince, a tied-up priest and a Nac Mac Feegle grinning cheerfully and ready to act as Best Man definitely made you watch what you said But they could be helpful, in a haphazard way, and she'd taken to leaving out for theht be useful to little people, like tiny mustard spoons, pins, a soup bowl that would et the e, some soap They didn't steal the soap Her last visit to the ancient burial h on the chalk dohere the pictsies lived had been to attend the wedding of Rob Anybody, the Big Man of the clan, to Jeannie of the Long Lake She was going to be the new kelda and spendbabies like a queen bee Feegles from other clans had all turned up for the celebration, because if there's one thing a Feegle likes er party, and if there's anything better than a bigger party, it's a bigger party with so for the drink

To be honest, Tiffany had felt a bit out of place, being ten times as tall as the next tallest person there, but she'd been treated very well and Rob Anybody hadwee young hag' before falling face first into the pudding It had all been very hot, and very loud, but she'd joined in the cheer when Jeannie had carried Rob Anybody over a tiny broomstick that had been laid on the floor Traditionally, both the bride and the groom should jump over the broole would be sober on his wedding day She'd been warned that it would be a good idea to leave then, because of the traditional fight between the bride's clan and the groom's clan, which could take until Friday Tiffany had bowed to Jeannie, because that's what hags did, and had a good look at her She was slint in her eye and a certain proud lift to her chin Nac Mac Feegle girls were very rare and they grew up knowing they were going to be keldas one day, and Tiffany had a definite feeling that Rob Anybody was going to findto be sorry to leave them behind, but not terribly sorry They were nice in a way but they could, after a while, get on your nerves

Anyway, she was eleven now, and had a feeling that after a certain age you shouldn't slide down holes in the ground to talk to little iven her, just for awithout having to try Tiffany had been the kelda of the clan, even if it was only for a short tied to be married to Rob Anybody, even if that had only been a sort of political trick Jeannie knew all that And the look had said: He is mine This place is mine I do not want you here! Keep out! A pool of silence followed Tiffany and Miss Tick down the lane, since the usual things that rustle in hedges tended to keep very quiet when the Nac Mac Feegle were around They reached the little village green and sat down to wait for the carrier's cart that went just a bit faster than walking pace and would take five hours to get to the village of Twoshirts, where - Tiffany's parents thought - they'd get the big coach that ran all the way to the distantup the road when she heard the hoofbeats across the green She turned, and her heart seemed to leap and sink at the same time It was Roland, the Baron's son, on a fine black horse He leaped down before the horse had stopped, and then stood there looking e exa stone over there,' said Miss Tick in a sticky-sweet voice I'll just go and have a look at it, shall I?'

Tiffany could have pinched her for that 'Er, you're going, then,' said Roland as Miss Tick hurried away 'Yes,' said Tiffany Roland looked as though he was going to explode with nervousness 1 got this for you,' he said 'I had it e wrapped in soft paper Tiffany took it and put it carefully in her pocket Thank you,' she said, and dropped a s that's what you had to do when you met a nobleman, but it just made Roland blush and stutter 'O-open it later on,' said Roland 'Er, I hope you'll like it'

'Thank you,' said Tiffany sweetly 'Here's the cart Eryou don't want to miss it'

'Thank you,' said Tiffany, and curtsied again, because of the effect it had It was a little bit cruel, but sometimes you had to be Anyway, it would be very hard to miss the cart If you ran fast, you could easily overtake it It was so slow that 'stop' never came as a surprise There were no seats The carrier went around the villages every other day, picking up packages and, soet co the boxes of fruit and rolls of cloth Tiffany sat on the back of the cart, her old boots dangling over the edge, swaying backwards and forwards as the cart lurched away on the rough road Miss Tick sat beside her, her black dress soon covered in chalk dust to the knees Tiffany noticed that Roland didn't get back on his horse until the cart was nearly out of sight

And she knew Miss Tick By now she would be just bursting to ask a question, because witches hate not knowing things And, sure enough, when the village was left behind, Miss Tick said, after a lot of shifting and clearing her throat: 'Aren't you going to open it?'

'Open what?' said Tiffany, not looking at her 'He gave you a present,' said Miss Tick 'I thought you were exaly 'Well, it was only fairly interesting,' said Miss Tick, completely unembarrassed 'Soare you?'