The last great bat­tle,” said the Queen, “raged for three days here in Charn it­self. For three days I looked down upon it from this very spot. I did not use my power till the last of my sol­diers had fallen, and the ac­cursed woman, my sis­ter, at the head of her rebels was halfway up those great stairs that lead up from the city to the ter­race. Then I waited till we were so close that we could see one an­other’s faces. She flashed her hor­ri­ble, wicked eyes upon me and said, ‘Vic­tory.’ ‘Yes,’ said I, ‘Vic­tory, but not yours.’ Then I spoke the De­plorable Word. A mo­ment later I was the only liv­ing thing be­neath the sun.

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