"She sat silently in her rocking chair. Some people are good at talking, but
Granny Weatherwax was good at silence. She could sit so quiet and still that
she faded. You forgot she was there. The room became empty.
...
Tiffany thought of it as the I’m-not-here spell, if it was a spell. She
reasoned that everyone had something inside them that told the world they
were there. That was why you could often sense when someone was behind
you, even if they were making no sound at all. You were receiving their
I-am-here signal.
Some people had a very strong one. They were the people who got served
first in shops. Granny Weatherwax had an I-am-here signal that bounced off
the mountains when she wanted it to; when she walked into a forest, all the
wolves and bears ran out the other side.
She could turn it off, too.
She was doing that now. Tiffany was having to concentrate to see her.
Most of her mind was telling her that there was no one there at all."
"Child. That was a terrible thing to say to anyone who was almost thirteen. "
"They say that there can never be two snowflakes that are exactly alike, but
has anyone checked lately?"
"The year is round! The wheel of the world must spin! That is why up here they dance the Dark Morris, to balance it. They welcome the winter because of the new summer deep inside it!"
