Her smiling face gives away little, as if she was the one clad in pewter.
"I don't know. All I know," she says, "is that when giants make plans, it's the little folk who are crushed."
Her smiling face gives away little, as if she was the one clad in pewter.
"I don't know. All I know," she says, "is that when giants make plans, it's the little folk who are crushed."