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“It’s not real?”
“Oh, it’s real. And mythical.”
The torch flared. There were hundreds of dust-covered slabs ranged around the cavern in a spiral; at the center of the spiral was a huge bell, suspended from a rope that disap-peared into the darkness of the ceiling. Just under the hang-ing bell was one pile of silver coins and one pile of gold coins.
“Don’t touch the money,” said Nanny “’Ere, watch this, my dad told me about this, it’s a good trick.”
She reached out wynke of sleep for two hundred years, some sodde alwayes bangs the bell. Go awaye.”
The warrior lay back.
“It’s some old king and his warriors,” whispered Nanny, as they hurried away. “Some kind of magical sleep, I’m told. Some old wizard did it. They’re supposed to wake up for some final battle when a wolf eats the