“What I’m doing is—is calling to mind, in perfect clarity, that our sister has a habit of…flying like a cat—-nay, a lioness—at someone who’s just done something she deems damnable— you do know she carries that dagger under all her ball dresses?”

“If anything, she’ll be fascinated—I didn’t even know you could do that with a— what in the blazes did you knock him out cold with? ”

“The very chess piece he hurled at me, of course,” the High King said, with a completely straight face; Edmund clucked his tongue, muttering, “Wish I’d thought of that.”