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Jason,” said Carter.
“Yes?”
“I ain’t sure I can stop!”
The Queen examined her face in a mirror attached to the
tent pole.
“Why?” said Granny. “What is it you see?”
“Whatever I want to see,” said the Queen. “You know
that. And now ... let us ride to the castle. Tie her hands
together. But leave alone? How sweet. Someone kill her.”
An elf spurred its horse forward, and raised its sword.
Magrat gripped the battleaxe.
Somewhere behind her a bowstring slammed against wood. The elf jerked. So did one her legs free.”It rained again, gently, although around the stones it turned to sleet. The water dripped off Magrat’s hair and temporarily unraveled the tangles.Mist coiled out from among the trees where summer and winter fought.Magrat watched the elven court mount up. She made out the figure of Verence, moving like a puppet. And Granny Weatherwax, tied behind the Queen’s horse by a long length of rope.The horses splashed through the mud. They had silver bells on their harness, dozens of them.278LOROS ftfVO iftQ/£6The elves in the castle, the night of ghosts and shadows, all of this was just a hard knot in her memory. But the jin-gling of the bells was like a nailfile rubbed across her teeth.The Queen halted the procession a few yards away.“Ah, the brave girl,” she said. “Come to save her fiance, all