Bastian had propped his head on his hand and was looking thoughtfully into space. ‘Strange,’ he said aloud, ‘that no one in all Fantastica can give the Childlike Empress a new name.’ If it had been just a matter of giving her a name, Bastian could easily have helped her. He was tops at that. But unfortunately he was not in Fantastica, where his talents were needed and would even have won him friends and admirers. On the other hand, he was glad not to be there. Not for anything in the world would he have ventured into such a place as the Swamps of Sadness. And then this spooky creature of
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