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raainstorms:       As they proceeded down the entry hall, Maleficent shuddered. Beside the iron shields and weapons that lined the walls, huge paintings were hung, depicting scenes of man against nature. A king on a hunt, his hounds chasing a frightened deer. Another king and his dozens of soldiers killing a huge bear. Farther on, a gigantic tapestry spanned nearly twenty feet, depicting Saint George violently slaying a dragon.       “Would you ever consider changing me into a bear?” Diaval asked, dragging Maleficent’s attention from the art. His voice, while soft, still echoed under the high ceilings. “I think I’d make a rather impressive bear. Have you ever seen their claws?”       Maleficent shot him a look. “Why are you talking about bears?” she asked, annoyed. Then she saw that his face had paled and he looked as shaken as she felt. She grinned slightly as she realized she knew the answer. “You’re trying to distract me.”       “I thought it would help,” Diaval said with a shrug.       For a moment, Maleficent contemplated Diaval as a bear. Tempting, but no. She shook her head. “Not at all,” she finally said. “Not at all.”       Diaval was still laughing as they reached the doors to the main hall. — from Maleficent: Mistress of Evil, a novelization by Elizabeth Rudnick -- source link

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