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are in my kingdom, woman,” said the Queen. “You do not come or go without the leave of me. You will kneel!”
“I come and go without the leave of anyone,” said Granny Weatherwax. “Never done it before, ain’t starting now.”, thick with grease. And although their faces were indeed the most beautiful Diamanda had ever seen, it was beginning to creep over her that there was something subtly wrong, some quirk of expression that did not quite fit.
“The only reason we’re still alive now is that we’re more fun alive than dead,” said Granny’s voice behind her.
“You know you shouldn’t listen to the crabbed old woman,” said the Queen. “What can she offer?”
“More than snow in summertime,” said Granny. “Look at their eyes. Look at their eyes.”
The Queen dismounted.She put a hand on Diamanda’s shoulder.“These are your elves,” she said. “Beautiful, ain’t they?”The warriors must have been more than two meters tall. They did not wear clothes so much as items strung together—scraps of fur, bronze plates, strings of brightly colored feathers. Blue and green tattoos covered most of their exposed skin. Several of them held drawn bows, the tips of their arrows following Granny’s every move.Their hair massed around their heads like a halo