Quote of the day
“Marry, sir—” said the Fool nervously, and gave his hated mandolin a quick strum.
The duke sat down on the throne.
“I am already extremely married,” he said. “Advise me, my Fool.”
“I’faith, nuncle—” said the Fool.
“Nor am I thy nuncle. I feel sure I would have remembered,” said Lord Felmet, leaning down until the prow of his nose was a few inches from the Fool’s stricken face. “If you preface your next remark with nuncle, i’faith or marry, it will go hard with you.”
The Fool moved his lips silently, and then said, “How do you feel about Prithee?”
The duke knew when to allow some slack. “Prithee I can live with,” he said. “So can you. But no capering.” He grinned encouragingly. “How long have you been a Fool, boy?”
“The sirrah,” said the duke, holding up a hand, “on the whole, I think not.”
— Terry Pratchett, Wyrd Sisters