Lords and Ladies: A Novel of Discworld by Terry Pratchett

Author:Terry Pratchett [Pratchett, Terry]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Fantasy, Action & Adventure, Humorous, General
ISBN: 9780061807527
Google: Xj7Mc5kesKoC
Publisher: Harper Collins
Published: 2009-10-13T16:15:46+00:00

Magrat wasn’t sure what to pack. Most of her original clothes seemed to have evaporated since she’d been in the castle, and it was hardly good manners to take the ones Verence had bought for her. The same applied to the engagement ring. She wasn’t sure if you were allowed to keep it.

She glared at herself in the mirror.

She’d have to stop thinking like this. She seemed to have spent her whole life trying to make herself small, trying to be polite, apologizing when people walked over her, trying to be good-mannered. And what had happened? People had treated her as if she was small and polite and good-mannered.

She’d stick the, the, the damn letter on the mirror, so they’d all know why she’d gone.

She’d a damn good mind to go off to one of the cities and become a courtesan.

Whatever that was.

And then she heard the singing.

It was, without a doubt, the most beautiful sound Magrat had ever heard. It flowed straight through the ears and into the hindbrain, into the blood, into the bone …

A silk camisole dropped from her fingers on to the floor.

She wrenched at the door, and a tiny part of her mind still capable of rational thought remembered about the key.

The song filled the passageway. She gripped some folds of the wedding dress to make running easier and hurried towards the stairs …

Something bulleted out of another doorway and bore her to the floor.

It was Shawn Ogg. Through the chromatic haze she could see his worried face peering out from its hood of rusty—

—iron.

The song changed while staying the same. The complex harmonies, the fascinating rhythm did not alter but suddenly grated, as if she was hearing the song through different ears.

She was dragged into the doorway.

‘Are you all right, Miss Queen?’

‘What’s happening?’

‘Dunno, Miss Queen. But I think we’ve got elves.’

‘Elves?’

‘And they’ve got Miss Tockley. Um. You know you took the iron away—’

‘What are you talking about, Shawn?’

Shawn’s face was white.

‘That one down the dungeons started singing, and they’d put their mark on her, so she’s doing what they want—’

‘Shawn!’

‘And Mum said they don’t kill you, if they can help it. Not right away. You’re much more fun if you’re not dead.’

Magrat stared at him.

‘I had to run away! She was trying to get my hood off! I had to leave her, miss! You understand, miss?’

‘Elves?’

‘You got to hold on to something iron, miss! They hate iron!’

She slapped his face, hurting her fingers on the mail.

‘You’re gabbling, Shawn!’

‘They’re out there, miss! I heard the drawbridge go down! They’re out there and we’re in here and they don’t kill you, they keep you alive—’

‘Stand to attention, soldier!’

It was all she could think of. It seemed to work. Shawn pulled himself together.

‘Look,’ said Magrat, ‘everyone knows there really aren’t any elves any mo …’ Her voice faded. Her eyes narrowed. ‘Everyone but Magrat Garlick knows different, yes?’

Shawn shook. Magrat grabbed his shoulders.

‘Me mum and Mistress Weatherwax said you wasn’t to know!’ Shawn wailed. ‘They said it

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