Involuntarily he recoiled as one of the guards made a motion for
him to enter.
"I Shove him in! shove him in!" shrieked the dwarf, who was
getting so excited with glee that he was dancing about in a sort
of jig of delight. "In with him - in with him! If he won't go
peaceably, kick him in head-foremost!"
"I would strongly advise them not to try it," said Sir Norman, as
he stepped into the blackness, "if they have any regard for their
health! It does not make much difference after all, my little
friend, whether I spend the next half-hour in the inky blackness
of this place or the blood-red grandeur of your royal court. My
little friend, until we meet again, permit me to say, au revoir."
The dwarf laughed in his pleasant way, and pushed the candle
cautiously inside the door.
"Good-by for a little while, my dear young sir, and while the
headsmen is sharpening his axe, I'll leave you to think about
your little friend. Lest you should lack amusement, I'll leave
you a light to contemplate your apartment; and for fear you may
get lonesome, these two gentlemen will stand outside your door,
with their swords drawn, till I come back.
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