MEANWHILETrumpkinandthetwoboysarrivedatthedarklittlestonearchwaywhichledintotheinsideoftheMound,andtwosentinelbadgers(thewhitepatchesontheircheekswereallEdmundcouldseeofthem)leapedupwithbaredteethandaskedtheminsnarlingvoices,“Whogoesthere?”
“Trumpkin,”saidtheDwarf.“BringingtheHighKingofNarniaoutofthefarpast.”
Thebadgersnosedattheboys’hands.“Atlast,”theysaid。“Atlast.”
“Giveusalight,friends,”saidTrumpkin.
ThebadgersfoundatorchjustinsidethearchandPeterlititandhandedittoTrumpkin.“TheD.L.F.hadbetterlead,”hesaid。“Wedon’tknowourwayaboutthisplace.”
Trumpkintookthetorchandwentaheadintothedarktunnel.Itwasacold,black,mustyplace,withanoccasionalbatflutteringinthetorchlight,andplentyofcobwebs.Theboys,whohadbeenmostlyintheopenairsincethatmorningattherailwaystation,feltasiftheyweregoingintoatraporaprison.
“Isay,Peter,”whisperedEdmund.“Lookatthosecarvingsonthewalls.Don’ttheylookold?Andyetwe’reolderthanthat.Whenwewerelasthere,theyhadn’tbeenmade.”
“Yes,”saidPeter.“Thatmakesonethink.”
TheDwarfwentonaheadandthenturnedtotheright,andthentotheleft,andthendownsomesteps,andthentotheleftagain.Thenatlasttheysawalightahead-lightfromunderadoor.Andnowforthefirsttimetheyheardvoices,fortheyhadcometothedoorofthecentralchamber.Thevoicesinsidewereangryones.SomeonewastalkingsoloudlythattheapproachoftheboysandtheDwarfhadnotbeenheard.
“Don’tlikethesoundofthat,”whisperedTrumpkintoPeter。“Let’slistenforamoment.”Allthreestoodperfectlystillontheoutsideofthedoor.
“Youknowwellenough,”saidavoice(“That’stheKing,”whisperedTrumpkin),“whytheHornwasnotblownatsunrisethismorning.HaveyouforgottenthatMirazfelluponusalmostbeforeTrumpkinhadgone,andwewerefightingforourlivesforthespaceofthreehoursandmore?IblewitwhenfirstIhadabreathingspace.”
“I’mnotlikelytoforgetit,”cametheangryvoice,“whenmyDwarfsborethebruntoftheattackandoneinfiveofthemfell.”(“That’sNikabrik,”whisperedTrumpkin.)
“Forshame,Dwarf,”cameathickvoice(“Trufflehunter’s,”saidTrumpkin).“WealldidasmuchastheDwarfsandnonemorethantheKing.”
“TellthattaleyourownwayforallIcare,”answeredNikabrik。“
ButwhetheritwasthattheHornwasblowntoolate,orwhethertherewasnomagicinit,nohelphascome.You,yougreatclerk,youmastermagician,youknow-all;areyoustillaskingustohangourhopesonAslanandKingPeterandalltherestofit?”
“Imustconfess—Icannotdenyit—thatIamdeeplydisappointedintheresultoftheoperation,”cametheanswer。(“That’llbeDoctorCornelius,”saidTrumpkin.)
“Tospeakplainly,”saidNikabrik,“yourwallet’sempty,youreggsaddled,yourfishuncaught,yourpromisesbroken.Standasidethenandletotherswork.Andthatiswhy—”
“Thehelpwillcome,”saidTrufflehunter.“IstandbyAslan.Havepatience,likeusbeasts.Thehelpwillcome.Itmaybeevennowatthedoor.”
“Pah!”snarledNikabrik.“Youbadgerswouldhaveuswaittilltheskyfallsandwecanallcatchlarks.Itellyouwecan’twait.Foodisrunningshort;welosemorethanwecanaffordateveryencounter;ourfollowersareslippingaway.”
“Andwhy?”askedTrufflehunter.“I’lltellyouwhy.BecauseitisnoisedamongthemthatwehavecalledontheKingsofoldandtheKingsofoldhavenotanswered.ThelastwordsTrumpkinspokebeforehewent(andwent,mostlikely,tohisdeath)were,IfyoumustblowtheHorn,donotletthearmyknowwhyyoublowitorwhatyouhopefromit.Butthatsameeveningeveryoneseemedtoknow.”
“You’dbetterhaveshovedyourgreysnoutinahornets’nest,Badger,thansuggestthatIamtheblab,”saidNikabrik.“Takeitback,or—”
“Oh,stopit,bothofyou,”saidKingCaspian.“IwanttoknowwhatitisthatNikabrikkeepsonhintingweshoulddo.Butbeforethat,Iwanttoknowwhothosetwostrangersarewhomhehasbroughtintoourcouncilandwhostandtherewiththeirearsopenandtheirmouthsshut.”
“Theyarefriendsofmine,”saidNikabrik.“AndwhatbetterrighthaveyouyourselftobeherethanthatyouareafriendofTrumpkin’sandtheBadger’s?Andwhatrighthasthatolddotardintheblackgowntobehereexceptthatheisyourfriend?WhyamItobetheonlyonewhocan’tbringinhisfriends?”
“HisMajestyistheKingtowhomyouhaveswornallegiance,”
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