Pratchett
Weaver’s mouth opened and shut a few times. Then he managed: “You see, my Eva said her granny always put a bowl of milk out for them, to keep them hap—“ “I see,” said Magrat, icily. “And the king?” “The king, miss?” said Weaver, buying time. “The king,” said Magrat. “Short man, runny eyes, ears that stick out a bit, unlike other ears in this vicinity very shortly.”
Weaver’s fingers wove around one another like tormented snakes.
“Well... Ogg hitting
four elves with the first thing he could get hold of—“
“Another elf?”
“Right, and then I found Eva and the kids, and then lots of people were running like hell for home, and there were these—
Gentry on horseback, and I could hear ‘em laughing, and we
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