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over its arms—“
Magrat picked up the axe.
“Oh, no,” said Shawn. “Miss!”
“You will never get him back,” said the elf. “She has him.”
“We shall see,” said Magrat. “All right, Shawn. What shall we do with it?”
In the end they dragged it into a storeroom next to the
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dungeon and manacled it to the bars of the window. It was still whimpering at the touch of the iron as Magrat slammed the door.
Shawn was trying to the pit. What day is it?”
“Tuesday.”
“And you clean it out on ... ?”
“Wednesdays. Only I missed last Wednesday because I
had—“
“Then we probably don’t need to worry about it. Are there anymore around?”keep at a respectful distance. It was the way Magrat kept smiling all the time.“Now let’s have a look at that arm of yours,” she said.“I’m all right,” said Shawn, “but they stabbed Diamanda in the kitchen.”“Was it her I heard screaming?”“Uh. Partly. Uh.” Shawn stared down in fascination at the dead elves as Magrat stepped over them.“You killed them,” he said.“Did I do it wrong?”“Um. No,” said Shawn cautiously. “No, you did it ... quite well, really.”“And there’s one in the pit,” said Magrat. “You know ...