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Children, sit down on your fannies, and eat your lunch.

It is not a necessary inference that he was wounded, though she says they struck him over her shoulder with whinyards; their object, undoubtedly, was to get him out of the queen's presence in the first place.

Gak. She'd thought that's what it meant. Her heart slammed into her gut. No, no, no.