Edmund meanwhile had been having a most disappointing time. When the dwarf had gone to get the sledge ready he expected that the Witch would start being nice to him， as she had been at their last meeting. But she said nothing at all. And when at last Edmund plucked up his courage to say， “Please， your Majesty， could I have some Turkish Delight？ You.you.said.” she answered， “Silence， fool！” Then she appeared to change her mind and said， as if to herself， “And yet it will not do to have the brat fainting on the way，” and once more clapped her hands. Another， dwarf appeared.
“Bring the human creature food and drink，” she said.
The dwarf went away and presently returned bringing an iron bowl with some water in it and an iron plate with a hunk of dry bread on it. He grinned in a repulsive manner as he set them down on the floor beside Edmund and said：
“Turkish Delight for the little Prince. Ha！ Ha！ Ha！”
“Take it away，” said Edmund sulkily. “I don‘t want dry bread.” But the Witch suddenly turned on him with such a terrible expression on her face that he apologized and began to nibble at the bread， though it was so stale he could hardly get it down.
