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sure what to say next.
“You meddled in a play,” said Granny. “I believe you
don’t realize what you’ve done. Plays and books . . . you’ve
got to keep an eye on the buggers. They’ll turn on you. I
280.
“They don’t. Sometimes they want you. That’s different. But all you can give ‘em is gold that melts away in the morning.”
“There are those who would say that gold for one night is enough.”
“No.”
“Better than iron, you stupid old hag, you stupid child who has grown older and done nothing LORDS ft/YD LftQIEQmean to see that they do.” She nodded amicably at an elf covered in woad and badly tanned skins. “Ain’t that so, Fairy Peaseblossom?”The Queen’s brows knotted.“But that is not his name,” she said.Granny Weatherwax gave the Queen a bright smile.“We shall see,” she said. “There’s a lot more humans these days, and lots of them live in cities, and they don’t know much about elves one way or another. And they’ve got iron in their heads. You’re too late.”“No. Humans always need us,” said the Queen