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was nothing. She was insignificant. She was so worthless and unimportant that even something completely worthless and exhaustively unimportant would consider her beneath contempt. In laying hands upon the Queen she truly deserved an eternity, tearing at the strata of her soul.. .
. .. exposing the core.
She bunched up a fist and hit the Queen between the eyes. There was a moment of terminal perplexity before the Queen screamed, and Magrat hit her again. Only one queen in a hive! Slash! Stab!
They rolled over, landing in the mud. Magrat felt some-thing sting her leg, but she ignored it. She took no notice of the noise around her, but she did find the battleaxe under her hand as the two of them landed in a peat puddle. The elf scrabbled at her but this time without strength, and Magrat managed to push herself to her knees and raise the axe—
l and then noticed the silence. of pain. She had no control of her body. She did not deserve any. She did not deserve a thing.The disdain sleeted over her, tearing the planetary body of Magrat Garlick to pieces.She’d never be any good. She’d never be beautiful, or intelligent, or strong. She’d never be anything at all.286LQR06 ftf/0 LftQ/£6Self-confidence? Confidence in what?The eyes of the Queen were all she could see. All she wanted to do was lose herself in them ...And the ablation of Magrat Garlick roared on
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