Tradition said that there could be only three questions. Granny tried to formulate one that couldn’t be deliberately misunderstood. Then she decided that this was playing the wrong kind of game. “What the hell’s going on?” she said carefully. “And no mucking about trying to wriggle out of it, otherwise I’ll boil you.” The demon appeared to hesitate. This was obviously a new approach. “Magrat, just kick that kindling over here, will you?” said Granny. “I protest at this treatment,” said the demon, its voice tinged with uncertainty.
