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Right. None at all. Even a hunter, a good hunter, can feel for the quarry. That’s what makes ‘em a good hunter. Elves aren’t like that. They’re cruel for fun, and they can’t understand things like mercy. They can’t understand what nasty, cruel little bas-tards they are. Style. That’s what people remember. They remember the glamour. All the rest of it, all the truth of it, becomes . .. old wives’ tales.”
“Magrat’s never said anything about them.”
Granny hesitated.
“Magrat doesn’t know too much about elves,” she said. “Hah. She ain’t even a young wife yet. They’re not some-thing that gets talked about a lot these days. It’s not good to talk about them. It’s that anything apart from themselves might have feelings. They laugh a lot, especially if they’ve caught a lonely human or a dwarf or a troll. Trolls might be made out of rock, your majesty, but I’m telling you that a troll is your brother com-pared to elves. In the head, I mean.”“But why don’t I know all this?”“Glamour. Elves are beautiful. They’ve got,” she spat the word, “style. Beauty. Grace. That’s what matters. If cats looked like frogs we’d realize