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did tell the truth, didn't you?' she said. 'They really are brothers, aren't they?'
'Oh yes,' said Gytha Ogg. 'Definitely. I saw to his mother when your – when the new king was born. And to the queen when young Tomjon was born, and she told me who his father was.'
'Gytha!'
'Sorry.'
The wine was going to her head, but the wheels in Magrat's mind still managed to turn.
'Just a Nanny. 'Always out and about with it, he was. Hardly ever home o'nights.'
'Just a minute,' Magrat repeated.
They looked at her.
'Yes?' said Granny.
'You told everyone they were brothers and that Verence was the older!'
'That's right.'minute,' she said.'I remember the Fool's father,' said Nanny Ogg, speaking slowly and deliberately. 'Very personable young man, he was. He didn't get on with his dad, you know, but he used to visit sometimes. To see old friends.''He made friends easily,' said Granny.'Among the ladies,' agreed Nanny. 'Very athletic, wasn't he? Could climb walls like nobody's business, I remember hearing.''He was very popular at court,' said Granny. 'I know that much.''Oh, yes. With the queen, at any rate.''The king used to go out hunting such a lot,' said Granny.'It was that droit of his,' said