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Magrat down. “I won’t say she wasn’t good. But she wasn’t
good enough. And you certainly aren’t.”
Slowly and inexorably, Magrat was forced downward.
“Why don’t Queen’s face
was level with hers, “you’re nothing. It’s all in the mind,
isn’t it? Without the glamour, you’re—“
l an almost triangular face, a tiny mouth, the nose hard-ly existing at all, but eyes larger than human eyes and now focused on Magrat in pinpoint terror.
“Iron,” whispered the Queen. Her hands gripped Magrat’s arms. There was no strength there. An elfs strength lay in persuading others they were weak.
Magrat could feel her desperately trying to enter her mind, but it wasn’t working. The helmet—
l was lying several feet away, in the mud.you try some magic?” said the Queen.Magrat kicked. Her foot caught the Queen on the knee,and she heard a crack. As she staggered back Magratlaunched herself forward and caught her around the waist,bearing her to the ground.She was amazed at the lightness. Magrat was skinnyenough, but the Queen seemed to have no weight at all.“Why,” she said, pulling herself up until the
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