Caravaggio The Incredulity of Saint Thomas

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'He's put his own bodyguards on the gates and everything—'
'Look, just shut up a minute, will you, Shawn?'
'When our Jason finds out, he's going to give the duke a real seeing-to, miz. He says it's about time someone did.'
Nanny Ogg's Jason was a young man with the build and, Magrat had always thought, the brains of a herd of oxen. Thick-skinned though he was, she doubted whether he could survive a hail of arrows.
'Don't tell him yet,' she said thoughtfully. 'There could be another way . . .'
'I'll go and find Granny Weatherwax, shall I, miz?' said Shawn, hopping from one leg to another. 'She'll know what to do.

Lord Felmet was one of nature's gloaters. He was good at it.
'Quite comfortable, are we?' he said.
Nanny Ogg considered this. 'Apart from these stocks, you mean?' she said., she's a witch.'Magrat stood absolutely still. She had thought she was angry before, but now she was furious. She was wet and cold and hungry and this person – once upon a time, she heard herself thinking, she would have burst into tears at this point.'Oops,' said Shawn. 'Um. I didn't mean. Whoops. Um . . .' He backed away.'If you happen to see Granny Weatherwax,' said Magrat slowly, in tones that should have etched her words into glass, 'you can tell her that I will sort it all out. Now go away before I turn you into a frog. You look like one anyway.'She turned, hitched up her skirts, and ran like hell towards her cottage