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you coming all the way up the track,” said the elf. “The brave girl off to rescue her lover! Oh, the romance! Take her.”
A shadow rose up behind the two armed elves, took a head in either hand, and banged them together.
The shadow stepped forward over their bodies and, as Lankin turned, caught it with one roundarm punch that picked it up and slammed it into a tree.
Magrat drew her“I could get him to have a bath, if you like,” said Ponder, slightly hysterically. “He always puts on an old green dress-ing gown when he’s had a bath.”
Magrat relaxed a bit. No one who sounded like that could be much of a threat, except to themselves.
“Whose side are you on, Mr. Wizard?” sword.Whatever this was, it looked worse than elves. It was muddy and hairy and almost troll-like in its build, and it reached out for the bridle with an arm that seemed to extend for ever. She raised the sword—“Oook?”“Put the sword down, please, miss!”260LOR06 ft/YD LftO/ESThe voice came from somewhere behind her, but it sounded human and worried. Elves never sounded worried.“Who are you?” she said, without turning around. The monster in front of her gave her a big, yellow-toothed grin.“Um, I’m Ponder Stibbons. A wizard. And he’s a wizard, too.”“He’s got no clothes on!”