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“I’ll just leave you to get on with it then, shall I?” said Magrat, as feathers filled the air.
Magrat had been gloomily unsurprised to learn that there was a precise class and gender distinction in falconry—
Verence, being king, was allowed a gyrfalcon, whatever the hell that was, any earls in the vicinity could fly a peregrineat the sight of
blood. And about twenty wowhawks could kill a pigeon, if it
was a sick pigeon. She’d spent an hour with one on her

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wrist. It had wheezed at her, and eventually it had dozed off upside down.
But at least Hodgesaargh had a job to do. The castle was full of people doing jobs. Everyone had something useful to do except Magrat. She just had to exist. Of course, everyone would talk to her, provided , and priests were allowed sparrowhawks. Commoners were just about allowed a stick to throw. Magrat found herself wondering what Nanny Ogg would be allowed—a small chicken on a spring, probably.There was no specific falcon for a witch but, as a queen,the Lancre rules of falconry allowed her to fly the wowhawkor Lappet-faced Worrier. It was small and shortsighted andpreferred to walk everywhere. It fainted