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stuff, and lord it over all us stay-at-homes, and that will be fine. But if you stay here and keep trying to call the ... Lords and Ladies, then you’ll be up against me again. Not playing stupid games in the daylight, but real witchcraft. Not messing around with moons and circles, but the true stuff, out of the blood and the bone and out of the head. And you don’t know nothin’ about that. Right? And it don’t allow for mercy.”
Diamanda There was a series of jerks and tings as the hobnails tore out of her boots and sped toward the stones.
No iron could go through the stones, no iron at all.
Granny was already racing over the turf when she real-ized what that meant. But it didn’t matter. She’d made a choice.
There was a feeling of dislocation, as directions danced and twirled around. And then snow looked up. Her face was red where the slap had landed.“Go?” she said.Granny reacted a second too late.Diamanda darted between the stones.“You stupid child! Not that way’.”The figure was already getting smaller, even though it appeared to be only a few feet away.“Oh, drat!”Granny dived after her, and heard her skirt rip as the pocket tore. The poker she’d brought along whirred away and clanked against one of the Dancers.