Nicolas De Stael Agrigente

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wasn’t a witch in the bone like the old ones. They made sure she knew it.
Well, she’d just have to leam queening. At least she was the only one in Lancre. No one’d be looking over her shoul-der the whole time, saying things like “You ain’t holding that scepter right’.”
Right. ..
Someone had stolen her clothes in the night.
She got up in her nightshirt and hopped over the cold flagstones to the door. She was halfway there when it opened of its own girl bobbing up.
“If you say ‘yes’m’ again, it will go very hard with you,” she managed, as she went past.
“Y—right, your majesty, m’m.”
Faint light began to dawn.accord.She recognized the small dark girl that came in, barely visible behind a stack of linen. Most people in Lancre knew everyone else.“Millie Chillum?”The linen bobbed a curtsy.“Yes’m?”Magrat lifted up part of the stack.“It’s me, Magrat,” she said. “Hello.”“Yes’m.” Another bob.“What’s up with you, Millie?”“Yes’m.” Bob, bob.42LQR06 fiNb Lft0/£6“I said it’s me. You don’t have to look at me like that.”“Yes’m.”The nervous bobbing continued. Magrat found her own knees beginning to jerk in sympathy but as it were behind the beat, so that as she was bobbing down she overtook the