Gustav Klimt Apple Tree I

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must say you people are getting better,' said Cumbling Michael. 'We only found the poor thing a few minutes ago.'
Angua could feel Carrot opening his mouth to say 'Who?' She nudged him again.
'You'd better take us to him,' she said.
He turned out to be—
—for one thing, he turned out to be a she. In a rag-strewn room on the top floor.
Angua knelt beside the body. It was very clearly a body now. It certainly wasn't a person. A person normally had more head on their shoulders.
'Why?' she said. 'Who'd do such a thing?'
Carrot turned Carrot kicked aside some shards. There was a groove in the floor, and something metallic embedded in it.
'Cumbling Michael, I need a nail and a length of string,' said Carrot, very slowly and carefully. His eyes never left the speck of metal. It was almost as if he expected it to do something.
'I don't think—' the beggar began.to the beggars clustered around the doorway.'Who was she?''Lettice Knibbs,' said Cumbling Michael. 'She was just the lady's maid to Queen Molly.'Angua glanced up at Carrot.'Queen?''They sometimes call the head beggar king or queen,' said Carrot. He was breathing heavily.Angua pulled the maid's velvet cloak over the corpse.'Just the maid,' she muttered.There was a full-length mirror in the middle of the floor, or at least the frame of one. The glass was scattered like sequins around it.So was the glass from a window pane.