:16:02
I thought so. All right. It's a white mare.
:16:07
I want her for the carnival. The last cage is empty.
:16:11
We'll need rope.
:16:13
The rope that could hold that mare has not been woven.
:16:16
We'll make do with cold iron bars.
:16:20
Oh, she's waking!
:16:21
I'll cast a sleep on her!
:16:23
Skagribbitch! Kastamangya! Nitchai! Nitchaul!
:16:34
Now cage her. She'll sleep till sunrise.
:16:43
This here is the manticore. Man's head, lion's body, tail of a
scorpion.
:16:53
Creatures of night, brought to light!
:16:59
Here is the dragon.
:17:01
Breathes fire now and then - mostly at people who poke it, little boy.
:17:09
Its inside is an inferno, but its skin is so cold it burns!
:17:17
Speaks seventeen languages badly, and is subject to gout.
:17:22
Creatures of night, brought to light!
:17:33
The satyr.
:17:35
Ladies, keep back!
:17:38
I shouldn't be here. But quickly, tell me what you see.
:17:42
Don't be afraid. Look at your fellow legends and tell me what you see.
:17:48
What he calls a manticore looks to be no more than a shabby,
toothless lion.
:17:54
And she has them believing that poor old ape with a twisted foot is a
satyr!