The instrument dropped from her hands. Her arms appeared to be fastened to her sides. Her legs were intertwined with each other， and her feet had disappeared. The long green train of her skirt thickened and grew solid， and seemed to be all one piece with the writhing green pillar of her interlocked legs. And that writhing green pillar was curving and swaying as if it had no joints， or else were all joints. Her head was thrown far back and while her nose grew longer and longer， every other part of her face seemed to disappear， except her eyes. Huge flaming eyes they were now， without brows or lashes. All this takes time to write down； it happened so quickly that there was only just time to see it. Long before there was time to do anything， the change was complete， and the great serpent which the Witch had become， green as poison， thick as Jill‘s waist， had flung two or three coils of its loathsome body round the Prince’s legs. Quick as lightning another great loop darted round， intending to pinion his sword.arm to his side. But the Prince was just in time. He raised his arms and got them clear： the living knot closed only round his chest.ready to crack his ribs like firewood when it drew tight.
