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a pause. The Queen glanced around at her elves.
“They can’t fire,” said Granny. “And you wouldn’t want that, would you? So simple an end?”
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“You can’t be holding them! You have not that much power!”
“Do you want to died. Birds spiraled out of the sky Elves and humans alike dropped to the ground, clutching their heads.
And in Granny Weatherwax’s garden the bees rose out of their hives.
They emerged like steam, colliding with one another in their rush to get airborne. The deep gunship hum of the drones underpinned the frantic roars of the workers.
But, louder than the drones, was the piccolo piping of the queens.find out how much power I have, madam? Here, on the grass of Lancre?”She stepped forward. Power crackled in the air. The Queen had to step back.“My own turf?” said GrannyShe slapped the Queen again, almost gently.“What’s this?” said Granny Weatherwax. “Can’t you resist me? Where’s your power now, madam? Gather your power, madam!”“You foolish old crone!”It was felt by every living creature for a mile around. Small things