Horace Vernet The Lion Hunt

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to run away! She was trying to get my hood off! I had to leave her, miss! You understand, miss?”
“Elves?”
“You got to hold on to something iron, miss! They hate iron!”
She slapped his face, hurting her fingers on the mail.
“You’re gabbling, Shawn!”
“They’re outto mind?” said Magrat. “I don’t see them, do you? Are they behind the door? No! Are they under the bed?
How strange, they’re not ... there’s just me, Shawn Ogg. And if you don’t tell me everything you know right now I’ll make you regret the day I was born.”
Shawn’s Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he con- there, miss! I heard the drawbridge godown! They’re out there and we’re in here and they don’tkill you, they keep you alive—““Stand to attention, soldier!”It was all she could think of. It seemed to work. Shawn pulled himself together.“Look,” said Magrat, “everyone knows there really aren’t any elves any mo . . . “ Her voice faded. Her eyes narrowed. “Everyone but Magrat Garlick knows different, yes?”Shawn shook. Magrat grabbed his shoulders.“Me mum and Mistress Weatherwax said you wasn’t to know!” Shawn wailed. “They said it was witch business!”“And where are they now, when they’ve got some witch business