Men at Arms - Headshot

He turned out to be—


—for one thing, he turned out to be a she. In a rag-strewn room on the top floor.


Angua knelt beside the body. It was very clearly a body now. It certainly wasn't a person. A person normally had more head on their shoulders.


'Why?' she said. 'Who'd do such a thing?'


Carrot turned to the beggars clustered around the doorway.


'Who was she?'


'Lettice Knibbs,' said Cumbling Michael. 'She was just the lady's maid to Queen Molly.'


Angua glanced up at Carrot.


'Queen?'


'They sometimes call the head beggar king or queen,' said Carrot. He was breathing heavily.


Angua pulled the maid's velvet cloak over the corpse.


'Just the maid,' she muttered.


There was a full-length mirror in the middle of the floor, or at least the frame of one. The glass was scattered like sequins around it.


So was the glass from a window pane.


Carrot kicked aside some shards. There was a groove in the floor, and something metallic embedded in it.

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Men at Arms p150-151