“Certainly， your honour. It will be a pleasure，” said Giant Rumblebuffin. “Stand well away from the gates， all you little ’uns.” Then he strode to the gate himself and bang.bang. bang.went his huge club. The gates creaked at the firstblow， cracked at the second， and shivered at the third. Then he tackled the towers on each side of them and after a few minutes of crashing and thudding both the towers and a good bit of the wall on each side went thundering down in a mass of hopeless rubble； and when the dust cleared it was odd， standing in that dry， grim， stony yard， to see through the gap all the grass and waving trees and sparkling streams of the forest， and the blue hills beyond that and beyond them the sky.
“Blowed if I ain‘t all in a muck sweat，” said the Giant， puffing like the largest railway engine. “Comes of being out of condition. I suppose neither of you young ladies has such a thing as a pocket.handkerchee about you？”
“Yes， I have，” said Lucy， standing on tiptoes and holding her handkerchief up as far as she could reach.