Caravaggio The Cardsharps

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heard the voice clearly in her head.
“You want to be queen?”
And she was free.
She felt the weariness drop away from her and it also felt as though pure Queen Ynci poured out of the helmet.
More bees rained. “Really?
You think so?”
She twisted. The axe dropped from Magrat’s fingers.
“And you wanted to be a witch?”
Bees were a brown fog, hiding the elves—too small to hit, impervious to glamour, but determined to kill.
Magrat felt the bone scrape.
“The old witch is finished,” said the Queen, forcing down, covering the slumped figure ofthe old witch.The Queen turned, and her smile froze as Magratstraightened up, stepped forward and, with hardly a thoughtin her head, raised the battleaxe and brought it around inone long sweep.The Queen moved faster. Her hand snaked out andgripped Magrat’s wrist.“Oh yes,” she said, grinning into Magrat’s face