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What’re we going to do, Mum?”
“There’s bands of elves all over the place,” said Nanny,
“and there’s a big glow over the Dancers—“
“We must attack them!” shouted Casanunda. “Give ‘em a taste of cold steel!”
“Good man, that dwarf!” said Ridcully. “That’s right! I’ll get my crossbow!”
“There’s too many of them,” said Nanny flatly.
“Granny and . Even if it’s a million to one chance, ma’am.”
“That’s all very well,” said Nanny, “but what you’re say-
ing is, for every Mr. Ridcully that survives tonight’s work,
999,999 are going to get killed?”
“Yes, but I’m not bothered about those other buggers,” said Ridcully. “They can look after themselvesMiss Magrat are out there, Mum,” said Shawn. “Miss Magrat came over all strange and put on armor and went out to fight all of them!”“But the hills are crawling with elves,” said Nanny. “It’s a double helping of hell with extra devils. Certain death.”“It’s certain death anyway,” said Ridcully. “That’s the thing about Death, certainty.”“We’d have no chance at all,” said Nanny.“Actually, we’d have one chance,” said Ridcully. “I don’t268LORDS ftNO LftQf£6understand all this continuinuinuum stuff, but from what young Stibbons says it means that everything has to happen somewhere, d’y’see, so that means it could happen here