Ernie might be pompous on occasions like this, but Harry was in a mood to deeply appreciate a vote of confidence from somebody who was not wearing radishes in their ears.
I believe not, said the chief. And then brandishing his sword, he shouted: Back to your homes, villagers, and thank your stars that I let ye off so easily.
Nevertheless, as they climbed higher and higher, London unfurling below them like a gray-and-green map, Harry's overwhelming feeling was of gratitude for an escape that had seemed impossible.