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managed to half-raise the axe, and then her hand slumped to her side. She looked down. The correct attitude of a human before an “There’s no trickery here,” said the Queen. “No silly women with bags of sweets.”
“You noticed that, did you?” said Granny. “Gytha meant well, I expect. Daft old biddy. Mind if I sit down?”
“Of course you may,” said the Queen. “You are an old woman now, after all.”
She nodded to the elves. Granny subsided gratefully on to a rock, her hands still tied behind her.
“That’s the thing about witchcraft,” she said. “It doesn’t exactly keep you young, but you do stay old for longer. Whereas you, of course, do not age,” she added.
“Indeed, we do not.”elf was one of shame. She had shouted so coarsely at something as beautiful as an elf...The Queen dismounted and walked over to her.“Don’t touch her,” said Granny.The Queen nodded.“You can resist,” she said. “But you see, it doesn’t mat-ter. We can take Lancre without a fight. There is nothing you can do about it. Look at the brave little army, standing like sheep. Humans are so enthusiastic.”Granny looked at her boots.“You can’t rule while I’m alive,” she said.