“What!” cried the gnome, opening its ridiculous mouth ider and wider in astonishment. “Dead? The Witch dead? nd by your Honour’s hand?” It gave a huge sigh of relief nd added, “Why, then your Honour is a friend!”
The Prince withdrew his sword an inch or so. Puddleglum t the creature sit up. It looked round on the four travellers ith its twinkling, red eyes, chuckled once or twice, and egan.
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