"Stop looking at me like that," says Jill one day (or night--time has no meaning in the dungeon of the witch's underworld kingdom).

Eustace, as always, is not in the mood for these conversations, so his tone is decidedly surly: "Like what?"

"Like I'm about to sprout warts and dance chanting around a cauldron--witches in Narnia aren't like that, Scrubb, we aren't all bad."