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Unusual breezes plucked at his clothing. There was a strange muttering in his ear, as though someone was-trying When he was on the rack of adolescence he'd been badly frightened by a Punch and Judy show, and since then had taken pains to avoid any organised entertainment and had kept away from anywhere where crocodiles could conceivably be expected. He'd spent the last hour enjoying a quiet drink in the guardroom.
'I said tie their hands, didn't I?' he snapped.
'Shall we gag them as well, cap'n?'
'But if you'd just listen, we're with the theatre—'
'Yes,' said the captain, shuddering. 'Gag them.' to talk to him but couldn't get the speed right. He stood rigid for a moment, getting his breath, and then fled for the door. 'But we're not witches!''Why do you look like them, then? Tie their hands, lads.''Yes, excuse me, but we're not really witches!'The captain of the guard looked from face to face. His gaze took in the pointy hats, the disordered hair smelling of damp haystacks, the sickly green complexions and the herd of warts. Guard captain for the duke wasn't a job that offered long-term prospects for those who used initiative. Three witches had been called for, and these seemed to fit the bill.The captain never went to the theatre.