“My royal mother is avenged，” said Rilian presently. “This undoubtedly the same worm that I pursued in vain by he fountain in the forest of Narnia， so many years ago. ll these years I have been the slave of my mother’s slayer. et I am glad， gentlemen， that the foul Witch took to her erpent form at the last. It would not have suited well either ith my heart or with my honour to have slain a woman.
ut look to the lady.” He meant Jill. “I‘m all right， thanks，” said she.
“Damsel，” said the Prince， bowing to her. “You are of a igh courage， and therefore， I doubt not， you come of a oble blood in your own world. But come， friends. Here is ome wine left. Let us refresh ourselves and each pledge his llows. After that， to our plans.”
“A jolly good idea， Sir，” said Scrubb.
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