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ought to have a Poet Laureate,” said Verence, mark-ing his place in a book. “Kingdoms have to have one. They write poems for special celebrations.”
“Yes?”
“I thought perhaps Mrs. Ogg? I hear she’s quite an amusing songstress.”
Magrat kept a straight face.
“I... er ... I “It says here the role of the Poet Laureate is to recite poems on State occasions,” said Verence.
Magrat had witnessed some of Nanny Ogg’s humorous recitations, especially the ones with the gestures. She nod-ded gravely.
“Provided,” she said, “and I want to be absolutely sure you understand me on this, provided she takes up her post after the wedding.” think she knows lots of rhymes for certain words,” she said.“Apparently the going rate is fourpence a year and a butt of sack,” said Verence, peering at the page. “Or it may be a sack of butt.”“What exactly will she have to do?” said Magrat.I.QRQ6 fttYO Lft0f£6