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'He said I wasn't to tell you. I was just supposed to warn you about the horse. I got carried away. Turned up, has it?'
'Yes!'
'Ride it.'
'I did. It can't be real! Real horses know where the ground is.'
'Miss, there's no horse realer than that one.'
'I know his name! I've ridden him before!'
The raven 'I saw someone outside who said she was the Tooth Fairy,' she said.
'Nah, couldn't've been the Tooth Fairy,' said the raven. 'There's at least three of them.'
'There's no such person. I mean . . . I didn't know, I thought that's just a . . . story. Like the Sandman or the Hogfather
'Ah,' said the raven. 'Changing our tone, yes? Not sighed, or at least made a sort of whistling noise which is as close to a sigh as a beak can get.'Ride the horse. He's decided you're the one.''Where to?''That's for me not to know and you to find out.''Just supposing I was stupid enough to do it . . . can you kind of hint about what will happen?''Well . . . you've read books, I can see. Have you ever read any about children who go to a magical faraway kingdom and have adventures with goblins and so on?''Yes, of course,' said Susan, grimly.'It'd probably be best if you thought along those lines,' said the raven.Susan picked up a bundle of herbs and played with them.