“Where’s the Prince?” was the first question of Eustad Puddleglum as soon as they had been wakened.
“He’s gone down to meet the King, his father, at Cair Paravel,” answered the Faun, who name was Orruns. “His Majesty’s ship is expected in harbour any moment. It ems that the Ki Aslan — I don’t know whether it was in a vision or face to face — before he had sailed far, and Aslan turned him bad told him he would find his long-lost son awaiting him when he reached Narnia.”
Eustace was now up and he and Jill t about helping Orruns to get the breakfast. Puddleglum was told to stay in bed. A taur called Cloudbirth, a famous healer, or （as Orruns called it） a‘leech’, was ing to e to his burnt foot.
“Ah！” said Puddleglum in a tone almost of te, “he’ll want to have the leg off at the knee, I shouldn’t wonder. You e if he doesn’t.” But he was quite glad to stay in bed.
Breakfast was scrambled eggs and toast aace tackled it just as if he had not had a very large supper in the middle of the night.
“I say, Son of Adam,” said the Faun, looking with a certai Eustace’s mouthfuls. “There’s o hurry quite so dreadfully as that. I don’t think the taurs have quite fiheir breakfasts yet.”
“Then they must have got up very late,” said Eustace. “I bet it’s after ten o’clock.”
“Oh no,” said Orruns. “They got up before it was light.”
“Then they must have waited the dis of a time for breakfast,” said Eustace.
“No, they didn’t,” said Orruns. “They begaing the mihey awoke.”
“Golly！” said Eustace. “Do they eat a very big breakfast?”
“Why, Son of Adam, don’t you uand? A taur has a man-stomad a hor-stomach. And of cour both want breakfast. So first of all he has pe and pavenders and kidneys and ba and omelette and cold ham and toast and marmalade and coffee and beer. And after that he attends to the hor part of himlf by grazing for an hour or so and finishing up with a hot mash, some oats, and a bag of sugar. That’s why it’s such a rious thing to ask a taur to stay for the weekend. A very rious thing indeed.”
At that moment there was a sound of hor-hoofs tapping on rock from the mouth of the cave, and the children looked up. The two taurs, oh a blad oh a golden beard flowing over their magnifit bare chests, stood waiting for them, bending their heads a little so as to look into the cave. Then the children became very polite and fiheir breakfast very quickly. No ohinks a taur funny when he es it. They are solemn, majestic people, full of a wisdom which they learn from the stars, not easily made either merry ry; but their anger is terrible as a tidal wave when it es.