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And they'll be put in prison, and we shall be branded outcasts, the children of felons. And it won't be at all nice for father and mother either," she added, by a candid after-thought. "But what can we do?" asked Jane. "Nothing at least we might look for the Psammead again. It's a very, very hot day. He may have come out to warm that whisker of his."
You come back through the charm-arch at the same time as you go through it. This isn't tomorrow! 'Is it still yesterday? asked Jane. 'No, it's today. The same as it's always been. It wouldn't do to go mixing up the present and the Past, and cutting bits out of one to fit into the other. 'Then all that adventure took no time at all? 'You can call it that if you like, said the Psammead.
"I wish we were all as beautiful as the day," she said in a great hurry. The children looked at each other, but each could see that the others were not any better-looking than usual. The Psammead pushed out his long eyes, and seemed to be holding its breath and swelling itself out till it was twice as fat and furry as before. Suddenly it let its breath go in a long sigh.
And they'll be put in prison, and we shall be branded outcasts, the children of felons. And it won't be at all nice for father and mother either, she added, by a candid afterthought. 'But what can WE do? asked Jane. 'Nothing at least we might look for the Psammead again. It's a very, very hot day. He may have come out to warm that whisker of his.
'Well, said the Psammead, 'then that's settled. We're to be treated as we deserve. I with respect, and all of you with but I don't wish to be offensive. Do you want me to tell you how I got into that horrible den you bought me out of? Oh, I'm not ungrateful! I haven't forgotten it and I shan't forget it. 'Do tell us, said Anthea.
Cyril took refuge in the tale of the Psammead and its wonderful power of making wishes come true. The children had never been able to tell anyone before, and Cyril was surprised to find that the spell which kept them silent in London did not work here. 'Something to do with our being in the Past, I suppose, he said to himself. 'This is MOST interesting, said the Queen.
All sorts of people were passing up the steps to seek audience of the Queen. Ladies in richly-embroidered dresses with fringy flounces, poor folks in plain and simple clothes, dandies with beards oiled and curled. And Cyril, Robert, Anthea and Jane, went with the crowd. At the gate of the palace the Psammead put one eye cautiously out of the basket and whispered 'I can't be bothered with queens.
They could not find the East, and the sun was of no use at the moment, because some officious person had once explained to Cyril that the sun did not really set in the West at all nor rise in the East either, for the matter of that. The Psammead had crept out of the bass-bag when they were not looking and had basely deserted them. An enemy was approaching. There would be a fight.
'Humph, it said, sniffing a little contemptuously, yet at the same time affectionately, 'it's not so dusty. The Psammead seemed to pick up very easily the kind of things that people said nowadays. For a creature that had in its time associated with Megatheriums and Pterodactyls, its quickness was really wonderful.
For there IS no secret, sacred name under the altar of Amen-Ra. 'Oh, yes there is! said a voice from under the bed. Everyone started Rekh-mara most of all. Cyril stooped and pulled out the bath of sand where the Psammead slept. 'You don't know everything, though you ARE a Divine Father of the Temple of Amen, said the Psammead shaking itself till the sand fell tinkling on the bath edge.
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