CHAPTER SEVEN
ng table nor sitting round it: it oo magic a t on logs a little , and betable, on wood a rude clay lamp lighe walls.
quot;If your Majesty is ever to use t; said truffleer, quot;I time ; Caspian old treasure several days ago.
quot;e are certainly in great need,quot; ans;But it is o be sure our greatest. Supposing t?”
quot;By t argument,quot; said Nikabrik, quot;your Majesty until it is too late.”
quot;I agree ,quot; said Doctor Cornelius.
quot;And rumpkin?quot; asked Caspian.
quot;O; said tening e indifference, quot;your Majesty kno bit of broken stone over t King Peter - and your Lion Aslan - are all eggs in moonss all one to me on is t told not it. to be disappointed.”
quot;t; said Caspian.
quot;t; said Doctor Cornelius, quot;t s. e do not knoake. It mig I t is more likely to call Peter ty consorts do. But in eit t to t -”
quot;You never said a truer ; put in trumpkin.
quot;I t; on t;t to one or ot Places of Narnia. t, is t ancient and most deeply magical of all, and to come. But tern aste, up-river, of Beaversdam, ell t tle of Cair Paravel once stood. And if Aslan place for meeting oo, for every story says t Emperor-over-to send messengers to boto Lantern aste and to receive t.”
quot;Just as I t,quot; muttered trumpkin. quot;t result of all t to bring us to lose us ters.”
quot;or Cornelius?quot; asked Caspian.
quot;Squirrels are best for getting try being caug;