“Who-who are you?” stuttered the owl again.
“I am a girl,” said Lucy. “Can’t you see?”
“Bet-bet-better look out,” warned the owl again.
“Oh dear!” said Lucy. “You are worse than the others. I am going to find Old Three Heads and find out, if I can, how all of you got three heads.”
“Who-who,” said the owl as she went out of the room.
Lucy opened another door, and there on the throne in this room sat a giant with three heads. She had found Old Three Heads at last.
For the first time since she entered the castle Lucy was frightened when she saw the curious-looking creature; but there was no chance to escape; it was too late.
The giant looked at her a second, and then he called out to his attendants, who all had three heads but were much smaller men: “Bring the intruder before me.”
“Bring two heads,” he said, when Lucy stood before him.
When the heads were brought one had black hair and one red.