Guido Reni St Joseph

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Nanny Ogg paused with a walnut halfway to her gums. She listened to the words.
'I never shipwrecked anybody!' she said. 'They just said they shipwreck people! I never did!'
Up in the tower Magrat elbowed the Fool in the ribs.
'Green blusher,' she said, staring at the 3rd Witche. 'I don't look like that. I don't, do I?'
Nanny shook her head. The king listened with his mouth open as Tomjon, lurching crabwise across the stage, launched into his major speech.
'I think he's meant to be you,' said Nanny, distantly.
'But I never walked like that! Why's he got a hump on his back? What's happened to his leg?' He listened some more, and added, in horrified tones, 'And I certainly never did that! Or that. Why is he saying I did that?'
The look he gave Nanny was full of pleading. She shrugged.
The king reached up, lifted off his spectral crown, and examined it.'Absolutely not,' said the Fool.'And that hair!'The Fool peered through the crenellations like an over-eager gargoyle.'It looks like straw,' he said. 'Not very clean, either.'He hesitated, picking at the lichened stonework with his fingers; Before he'd left the city he'd asked Hwel for a few suitable words to say to a young lady, and he had been memorising them on the way home. It was now or never.'I'd like to know if I could compare you to a summer's day. Because – well, June 12th was quite nice, and . . .Oh. You've gone . . .' King Verence gripped the edge of his seat; his fingers went through it. Tomjon had strutted on to the stage.'That's him, isn't it? That's my son?'The uncracked walnut fell from Nanny Ogg's fingers and rolled on to the floor. She nodded.Verence turned a haggard, transparent face towards her.'But what is he doing? What is he saying?'