What’s this? She calls us with bowls of milk and sugar and then she stands blocking the door. “Oh, Queen of Snakes,” she cries, “Give me back my husband!”
“Husssband? Hussssband?” I thrust my head into her face.
She repeats her plea, and I must say, I am impressed by her courage. “Tomorrow you will have him,” I hiss.
She steps aside and I slip past her, followed by my legions, who, by this time, have become very thirssssty for the milk she has put out for us.