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flourishing things. They were the eyes of one who knows exactly what swords are for. He reached out his hand.
'You will give it to me,' he said.
Granny twitched aside the blanket in her arms and looked down at a small face, wrapped in sleep.
She looked up.
'No,' she said, on general principles.
The soldier'Sir,' said the man. His eyes caught Granny's for a moment, and reflected hopeless terror.
The leader grinned at Granny, who hadn't moved a muscle. glanced from her to Magrat and Nanny Ogg, who were as still as the standing stones of the moor.'You are witches?' he said.Granny nodded. Lightning skewered down from the sky and a bush a hundred yards away blossomed into fire. The two soldiers behind the man muttered something, but he smiled and raised a mailed hand.'Does the skin of witches turn aside steel?' he said.'Not that I'm aware,' said Granny, levelly. 'You could give it a try.'One of the soldiers stepped forward and touched the man's arm gingerly.'Sir, with respect, sir, it's not a good idea—''Be silent.''But it's terrible bad luck to—''Must I ask you again?'