Christabel. No, you. It makes me feel all creepy.
Rosalys. [To Emengarde.] Well. you!
Emengarde. No! You were counted out.
Astolaine. Well, please somebody!
Rosalys. Oh, dear! [She goes in a hushed whisper.] The reason it's not safe to do or say anything against the Queen is—that she might magic you!
Astolaine. What do you mean?
Rosalys. Enchant you, bewitch you;—do some terrible magic thing to you!
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Astolaine. You don't mean that she's a . . . Witch? [The others not silently, and snuglle closer together.]
Rosalys. If she isn't a Witch herself she is friends with one. You see she must really be very old.
Christabel. She's thirty if she's a minute.
