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The cottage was small, tumbledown and as ornate as a doily. Some mad whittler had got to work on it, Rincewind decided, and had created terrible havoc before he could be dragged away. Every door, every shutter had its clusters of wooden grapes and half-moon cutouts, and there were massed outbreaks of fretwork pinecones to keep it going?' said Rincewind. Twoflower touched a wall gingerly.
'It's all sticky!'
'Nougat,' said Swires.
cottage! Rincewind, a real—'
Rincewind nodded glumly. Yeah, the Confectionary School of Architecture,' he said. 'It never caught on.'
He looked suspiciously at the liquorice doorknocker.
'It sort of regenerates,' said Swires. 'Marvellous, really. You just don't get this all over the walls. He half expected a giant cuckoo to come hurtling out of an upper window.What he also noticed was the characteristic greasy feel in the air. Tiny green and purple sparks flashed from his fingernails.'Strong magical field,' he muttered. 'A hundred milli.''There's magic all over the place,' said Swires. 'An old witch used to live around here. She went a long time ago but the magic still keeps the house going.''Here, there's something odd about that door,' said Twoflower.Why should a house need magic