`It was a glorious victory, wasn't it?' said the White Knight, as
he came up panting.
`I don't know,' Alice said doubtfully. `I don't want to be
anybody's prisoner. I want to be a Queen.'
`So you will, when you've crossed the next brook,' said the White
Knight. `I'll see you safe to the end of the wood -- and then I must
go back, you know. That's the end of my move.'
`Thank you very much,' said Alice. `May I help you off with your
helmet?' It was evidently more than he could manage by himself;
however, she managed to shake him out of it at last.
`Now one can breathe more easily,' said the Knight, putting back
his shaggy hair with both hands, and turning his gentle face and
large mild eyes to Alice. She thought she had never seen such a
strange-looking soldier in all her life.
He was dressed in tin armour, which seemed to fit him very badly,
and he had a queer-shaped little deal box fastened across his
shoulder, upside-down, and with the lid hanging open. Alice looked
at it with great curiosity.
`I see you're admiring my little box.' the Knight said in a
friendly tone. `It's my own invention -- to keep clothes and
sandwiches in.
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