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It struck Shawn immediately that this wasn’t the right thing to say.
It was black, , she jolly well got on her horse and went and rescued him. Well, I’m going to do that too.”
Shawn tried to grin.
“You’re going to sing7” he said.
“I’m going to fight. I’ve got everything to fight for, haven’t I? And I’ve tried everything else.”
Shawn wanted to say: but that’s not the same! Going and fighting when you’re a real person isn’t like folksongs! In real life you die! In folksongs you just have to remember to keep one finger in your ear and how to get to the next chorus! In real life no one goes wack-fol-a-diddle-di-do-sing-too-rah-li-ay!and larger than what Magrat had to think of as a human horse. It rolled red eyes at her, and tried to get into position to kick.Magrat managed to mount only by practically tethering every leg to the rings in the stable wall, but when she was on, the horse changed. It had the docility of the severely whipped, and seemed to have no mind of its own.“It’s the iron,” said Shawn.“What does it do to them? It can’t hurt.”“Don’t know, miss. Seems they just freeze up, kind of thing.”“Drop the portcullis after I’m through.”“Miss—““Are you going to tell me not to go?”“But—““Shut up, then.”“But—““I remember a folksong about a situation just like this,” said Magrat. “This girl had her fiance stolen by the Queen of the Elves and she didn’t hang around whining