Ama, the herdsmans daughter, carried the image of the sleeping girl in her memory: she could not stop thinking about her. She didnt question for a moment the truth of what Mrs. Coulter had told her. Sorcerers existed, beyond a doubt, and it was only too likely that they would cast sleeping spells, and that a mother would care for her daughter in that fierd tender way. Ama ceived an admiration amounting almost to worship for the beautiful woman in the cave and her ented daughter.
She went as often as she could to the little valley, to run errands for the woman or simply to chatter and listen, for the woman had wonderful tales to tell. Again and again she hoped flimpse of the sleeper, but it had only happened once, and; she accepted that it would probably never be allowed again.
And during the time she spent milking the sheep, or carding and spinning their wool, rinding barley to make bread, she thought incessantly about the spell that must have been cast……（内容加载失败！）
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