Horace Vernet The Lion Hunt

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Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he con-
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sidered this. Then he shook himself free of Magrat’s grasp and listened at the door.
The singing had stopped. For a moment Magrat thought she heard footsteps outside the door, hurrying away.
“Well, Miss Queen, our mum and Mistress Weatherwax
was up at the Dancers—“
Magrat listened.
Finally she said, “And where’s everyone now?”
“Dunno, miss. All gone to the Entertainment . . . but they ought to’ve been back by now.”
“Where’s the “I’m feared about what’s happened to everyone. Our Jason said they’d be back in an hour or so, and that was hours ago.”
“But there’s almost a hundred guests and everyone from the town, practically. Elves couldn’t do anything to them.”Entertainment?”“Dunno, miss. Miss?”“Yes?”“Why’ve you got your wedding dress on?”“Never you mind.”“It’s unlucky for the groom to see the bride in her dress before the wedding,” said Shawn, taking refuge in run-of-the-mill idiocies to relieve his terror.“It will be for him if I see him first,” snarled Magrat.“Miss?”“Yes?”
“They wouldn’t have to, miss.” Shawn went to the unglazed window. “Look, miss. I can drop down on to the