chater ix the begng f uncle andrew’ truble (第7/16页)
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d scornfully，“you are a Magician-of a sort． Stand up，dog，and don’t sprawl there as if you were speaking to your equals．How do you come to know Magic ？ You are not of royal blood，I’ll swear．”
“Well-ah-not perhaps in the strict sense，”stammered Uncle Andrew．“Not exactly royal，Ma’am．The Ketterleys are， however，a very old family．An old Dorsetshire family，Ma’am．”
“Peace，”said the Witch．“I see what you are．You are a little，peddling Magician who works by rules and books．There is no real Magic in your blood and heart．Your kind was made an end of in my world a thousand years ago．But here I shall allow you to be my servant．”
“I should be most happy-delighted to be of any service-a p-pleasure，I assure you．”
“Peace ！ You talk far too much．Listen to your first task． I see we are in a large city．Procure for me at once a chariot or a flying carpet or a well-trained dragon，or whatever is usual for royal and noble persons in your land．Then bring me to places where I can get
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