“Yes！ And have him rescued，” said the Witch scornfully. “Then，” said the dwarf， “we had better do what we haveto do at once.”
“I would like to have it done on the Stone Table itself，” said the Witch. “That is the proper place. That is where it has always been done before.”
“It will be a long time now before the Stone Table can again be put to its proper use，” said the dwarf.
“True，” said the Witch； and then， “Well， I will begin.”
At that moment with a rush and a snarl a Wolf rushed up to them.
“I have seen them. They are all at the Stone Table， with Him. They have killed my captain， Maugrim. I was hidden in the thickets and saw it all. One of the Sons of Adam killed him. Fly！ Fly！”
“No，” said the Witch. “There need be no flying. Go quickly. Summon all our people to meet me here as speedily as they can. Call out the giants and the werewolves and the spirits of those trees who are on our side. Call the Ghouls， and the Boggles， the Ogres and the Minotaurs. Call the Cruels， the Hags， the Spectres， and the people of the Toadstools. We will fight. What？ Have I not still my wand？ Will not their ranks turn into stone even as they come on？ Be off quickly， I have a little thing to finish here while you are away.”
