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The Queen did not look surprised.
“And there’s only about a hundred of them,” she said. “What do you think, Esme Weatherwax? A valiant last stand? It’s so beautiful, isn’t it? I love the way humans think. They think like songs.”
“You get down off that horse!” Magrat shouted.
The Queen smiled at her.
Shawn felt it. Ridcully felt it. Ponder felt it. The glamour swept over them.
Elves feared iron, as
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human as you, could never win; the universe wasn’t built like that—
Hunters say that, just sometimes, an animal will step out of the bushes and stand there waiting forbut they didn’t need to go near it.You couldn’t fight elves, because you were so much more worthless than them. It was right that you should be so worthless. And they were so beautiful. And you weren’t. You were always the one metaphorically picked last for any team, even after the fat kid with one permanently blocked runny nostril; you were always the one who wasn’t told the rules until you’d lost, and then wasn’t told the new rules;you were the one who always knew that everything interest-ing was happening to other people. All those hot self-consuming feelings were rolled together. You couldn’t fightan elf. Someone as useless as you, as stolid as you,