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e direction where the Tarkaan had pointed. And then he understood．
A terrible figure was coming towards them. It was far smaller than the shape they had seen from the Tower，though still much bigger than a man，and it was the same. It had a vulture’s head and four arms. Its beak was open and its eyes blazed. A croaking voice came from its beak．
“Thou hast called me into Narnia，Rishda Tarkaan. Here I am. What hast thou to say ？”
But the Tarkaan neither lifted his face from the ground nor said a word. He was shaking like a man with a bad hiccup. He was brave enough in battle：but half his courage had left him earlier that night when he first began to suspect that there might be a real Tash. The rest of it had left him now．
With a sudden jerk-like a hen stooping to pick up a worm- Tash pounced on the miserable Rishda and tucked him under the upper of his two right arms. Then Tash turned his head sidewise to fix Tirian with one of his terrible eyes：for of course，ha
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