THE DOGS OF GWYNTYSTORM. xn
"That's true," said Curdie.
" That's my mastiff," said the butcher.
"And as he ought to be," said Curdie.
"Your brute shall be burnt alive for it," said the butcher.
"Not yet," answered Curdie. "We have done no wrong. We were walking quietly up your street, when your dogs flew at us. If you don't teach your dogs how to treat strangers, you must take the consequences."
"They treat them quite properly," said the butcher. " What right has any one to bring an abomination like that into our city? The horror is enough to make an idiot of every child in the place."
"We are both subjects of the king, and my poor animal can't help her looks. How would you like to be served like that because you were ugly ? She's not a bit fonder of her looks than you are—only what can she do to change them ? "
" I'll do to change them," said the fellow.
Thereupon the butchers brandished their long knives and advanced, keeping their eyes upon Lina.
" Don't be afraid, Lina," cried Curdie. " I'll kill one —you kill the other."
Lina gave a howl that might have terrified an army, and crouched ready to spring. The butchers turned and ran.