The Guild of Conjurers is one of my favourites, as I have been interested in Magic for over 40 years ...
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Ankh-Morpork has over 300 guilds. Some guilds have been in existence for centuries, and some guilds are modern forms of ancient syndicates. The Patrician Lord Vetinari compelled the guilds register with the Palace so as to regulate their members' behaviours.
Motto: NVNC ILLE EST MAGICVS – Now that's magic
For those for whom English is not their first language, nor English custom particularly customary, the motto means Now That's Magic!, which was the catchphrase of one Paul Daniels, a Roundworld magician and prestidigitator who was seldom not on the TV in England during the eighties.
The Guild of Conjurers is described as a group of sad, listless, and defeated men whose guild premises are directly below William de Worde's office. However, It may not always have been like this; conjurers have also been described as jolly men with leather patches on their elbows and a hearty laugh. They congregate at parties, associate with thin sad-eyed women (generally called Doris) who wear spangled tights and leotards, and generally infuriate wizards by not realizing how lowly they are. Part of this air of joviality is induced by the knowledge that they are always able to look down on thaumaturgists, the lowest form of life in the hierarchy of magic. According to The Discworld Companion, there is no such thing as a professional conjurer in Ankh-Morpork, and consequently the Guild consists only of hobbyists. In fact, the Guild is more of a club for stocky, aitch-dropping beer-swilling types. They are considered rather low on the ladder of magical ability and are scorned by wizards. They don't seem to care, and indeed appear to get a lot out of life. They are very popular among the masses, who consider sleight of hand far more interesting than actual magic.
Trainee Conjurers at the Guild are taught a routine straight out of the performance of Roundworld stage magician William Coffrin, who performed a virtually unchanged act in the late 1890's. The Patrician, while under cover in Klatch (as part of the entertainment troupe Gulli, Gulli and Beti), performs a similar routine which is straight out of William Coffrin‘s stage repertoire. Only he does it with more enthusiasm and joie de vivre: Egg, melon, melon, egg!.... Round and round they go! Just like that!
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