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“You know,” says Bertram, later, as he drinks tea with Amelia and watches the two of them play, “I bet they’d love little Edmund.”

“I don’t know,” says Amelia. “It’s got to be hard for an ordinary kid to understand.”

“That’s why!” says Bertram.

“Hm?”

“Edmund’s got the wolf-gold wound through him,” says Bertram. “The little scamp! He’s going to let Fenris Wolf out one day and then they’ll eat the world.”

“Wow,” says Amelia. “Seriously?”

“Cross my heart,” Bertram Gulley says.

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