Horace Vernet The Lion Hunt

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one becomes like she is without building walls inside their head,' she said. Tve just knocked them down. Every scream. Every plea. Every pang of guilt. Every twinge of conscience. All at once. There's a little trick to it.'
She gave Magrat a condescending smile. 'I'll show you one day, if you like.'
Magrat thought about it. 'It's horrible,' she said.
'Nonsense,' Granny smiled terribly. 'Everyone wants to know their true self. Now, she does.'
'Sometimes you have to be kind to be cruel,' said Nanny Ogg approvingly.
'I think A noise like a gas leak escaped from the duchess's lips. Her head jerked back suddenly. She opened her eyes, blinked, and focused on Granny. Sheer hatred suffused her features.
'Guards!' she said. 'I told you to take them!'
Granny's jaw sagged. 'What?' she said. 'But – but I showed you your it's probably the worst thing that could happen to anyone,' said Magrat, as the duchess swayed backwards and forwards.'For goodness' sake use your imagination, girl,' said Granny. 'There are far worse things. Needles under the fingernails, for one. Stuff with pliers.''Red-hot knives up the jacksie,' said Nanny Ogg. 'Handle first, too, so you cut your fingers trying to pull them out—''This is simply the worst that I can do,' said Granny Weatherwax primly. 'It's all right and proper, too. A witch should act like that, you know. There's no need for any dramatic stuff. Most magic goes on in the head. It's headology. Now, if you'd—'