CHAPTER FOUR
ces of times I I ains. Sometimes at nig I a glimpse of Fauns and Satyrs dancing a long en despaired; but someto start me kno at least you can try to be a King like ter of old, and not like your uncle.”
quot;ts true about too, and about te itc; said Caspian.
quot;Certainly it is true,quot; said Cornelius. quot;tten them.”
quot;Did tle, Doctor?”
quot;Nay, my dear,quot; said t;tle is a terday. Your great-great-grandfat it. But River, on the sea.”
quot;Ug; said Caspian ;Do you mean in ts live?”
quot;Your aug; said tor. quot;But it is all lies.
ts t is a story invented by telmarines. Your Kings are in deadly fear of te forget t in all stories Aslan comes from over t to go near it and t anyone else to go near it. So t great o cut t. But because trees t ts. And t men, ing botly believe tories, and partly encourage to go doo t and look out to sea toern end of the world.”
tes. tor Cornelius said, quot;Come. e is time to go doo bed.”
quot;Must ; said Caspian. quot;Id like to go on talking about things for hours and hours and hours.”
quot;Someone mig,quot; said Doctor Cornelius.