“Why， I do declare，” said Lucy， “it‘s a hunting party. Or ore like a hawking party. Yes， that’s it. They ride out with hese little fierce fish on their wrists just as we used to ride ut with falcons on our wrists when we were Kings and ueens at Cair Paravel long ago. And then they fly them.
r I suppose I should say swim them.at the others.”
She stopped suddenly because the scene was changing.
