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"You are. I'm not the first to tell you that. A beautiful maiden
imprisoned in an enchanted school."
"You wouldn't think it enchanted!"
"And here am I--clad in steel. Well, not exactly, but my fiery war
horse is anyhow. Ready to absquatulate all the dragons and rescue
you."
She laughed, a jolly laugh that showed delightfully gleaming teeth. "I
wish you could see the dragons," she said with great enjoyment. Mr.
Polly felt they were a sun's distance from the world of everyday.
"Fly with me!" he dared.
She stared for a moment, and then went off into peals of laughter.
"You are funny!" she said. "Why, I haven't known you five minutes."
"One doesn't--in this medevial world. My mind is made up, anyhow."
He was proud and pleased with his joke, and quick to change his key
neatly. "I wish one could," he said.
"
I wonder if people ever did!"
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