CHAPTER VIII.
UPS AND DOWNS We left Lucy in tears and Philip in the grasp of the hateful Pretenderette, who, seated on the Hippogriff, was bearing him away across the smooth blueness of the wide sea.
'Oh, Mr.Noah,' said Lucy, between sniffs and sobs, 'how _can_ she! You _did_ say the Hippogriff could only carry one!' 'One ordinary human being,' said Mr.Noah gently; 'you forget that dear Philip is now an earl.' 'But do you really think he's safe ?' Lucy asked.
'Yes,' said Mr.Noah.

'And now, dear Lucy, no more questions.

Since your arrival on our shores I have been gradually growing more accustomed to being questioned, but I still find it unpleasant and fatiguing.

Desist, I entreat.' So Lucy desisted and every one went to bed, and, for crying is very tiring, to sleep.

But not for long.
Lucy was awakened in her bed of soft dry seaweed by the sound of the castle alarm bell, and by the blaring of trumpets and the shouting of many voices.