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I don’t know,’ I said. ’ Just at that moment Phil Bates appeared at my elbow. ‘Ah,’ he said, ‘good morning. Settled in? ’ I inquired. ’ 2. A Lusk of Lions For lo, the gentil kind of the lioun! Chaucer, The Legend of Good Women I admit it came as something of a shock to be told that I was to start work on the lions. I flatter myself that I showed no outward sign of uneasiness when Phil told me, but I did feel he might have let me start on something fairly tame – a herd of dewy-eyed deer, for example.
Once we had entered the enclosure we had to shut and lock this door behind us. It was a feeling I never really relished, for it meant that we were shut in a two-acre cage, surrounded by a barred fence some sixteen feet high, with no means of escape should the lions, by some magical means, get out of the trap. On one occasion Joe and I entered the cage and, as usual, separated and worked our way through the bushes, picking up the gnawed white bones from last week’s meals. Soon we lost sight of each other in the thick undergrowth; I could hear Joe whistling and an occasional clang as he dropped a bone into his bucket.
Perhaps he’s hungry,’ said Mother, backing down the path. ‘Yes, I expect that’s it,’ I said. ’ Mother trotted off to procure the necessary deer-soothing food-stuffs while I went in to grapple with Hortense. He was delighted to see me again, as the sideways sweep of his horns catching me in the pit of the stomach showed. However, I found that, like most deer, he was greatly addicted to being scratched round the base of his horns and I soon had him in a semi-comatose condition. Then, when a large packet of water biscuits and a couple of pounds of carrots arrived, he settled down to assuage the hunger which his journey had given him.