“And so，” said Nikabrik， whose voice now rose to a scream， “if you can’t help my people， I‘ll go to someone who can.”
“Is this open treason， Dwarf ？” asked the King.
“Put that sword back in its sheath， Caspian，” said Nikabrik. “Murder at council， eh？ Is that your game？ Don’t be fool enough to try it. Do you think I‘m afraid of you？ There’s three on my side， and three on yours.”
“Come on， then，” snarled Trufflehunter， but he was immediately interrupted.
“Stop， stop， stop，” said Doctor Cornelius. “You go on too fast. The Witch is dead. All the stories agree on that. What does Nikabrik mean by calling on the Witch？”
That grey and terrible voice which had spoken only oncebefore said， “Oh， is she？”
And then the shrill， whining voice began， “Oh， bless his heart， his dear little Majesty needn‘t mind about the White Lady.that’s what we call her.being dead. The WorshipfulMaster Doctor is only making game of a poor old woman like me when he says that. Sweet Mastery Doctor， learned Master Doctor， who ever heard of a witch that really died？ You can always get them back.”
“Call her up，” said the grey voice. “We are all ready. Drawthe circle. Prepare the blue fire.”
