“Yes,” said Tumnus. “And when I supped with the Grand Vizier last night, it was the same. He asked me how I like Tashbaan. And I （for I could not tell him I hated every stone of it and I would not lie） told him that now, when high summer was ing on, my heart turo the cool woods and dewy slopes of Narnia. He gave a smile that meant no good and said, ‘There is nothing to hinder you from dang there again, little goatfoot; alrovided you leave us in exge a bride for our prince.’”
“Do you mean he would make me his wife by force?” exclaimed Susan.
“That’s my fear, Susan,” said Edmund. “Wife： or slave which is wor.”
“But how he? Does the Tisroc think our brother the High King would suffer su e?”
“Sire,” said Peridan to the King. “They would not be so mad. Do they think there are no swords and spears in Narnia?”
“Alas,” said Edmund. “My guess is that the Tisroc has very small fear of Narnia. We are a little land. And little lands on the borders of a great empire were always hateful to the lords of the great empire. He longs to blot them out, gobble them up. When first he suffered the Prio e to Cair Paravel as your lover, sister, it may be that he was only eking an occasion against us. Most likely he hopes to make one mouthful of Narnia and Arland both.”
“Yes,” said Tumnus. “And when I supped with the Grand Vizier last night, it was the same. He asked me how I like Tashbaan. And I （for I could not tell him I hated every stone of it and I would not lie） told him that now, when high summer was ing on, my heart turo the cool woods and dewy slopes of Narnia. He gave a smile that meant no good and said, ‘There is nothing to hinder you from dang there again, little goatfoot; alrovided you leave us in exge a bride for our prince.’”
“Do you mean he would make me his wife by force?” exclaimed Susan.
“That’s my fear, Susan,” said Edmund. “Wife： or slave which is wor.”
“But how he? Does the Tisroc think our brother the High King would suffer su e?”
“Sire,” said Peridan to the King. “They would not be so mad. Do they think there are no swords and spears in Narnia?”
“Alas,” said Edmund. “My guess is that the Tisroc has very small fear of Narnia. We are a little land. And little lands on the borders of a great empire were always hateful to the lords of the great empire. He longs to blot them out, gobble them up. When first he suffered the Prio e to Cair Paravel as your lover, sister, it may be that he was only eking an occasion against us. Most likely he hopes to make one mouthful of Narnia and Arland both.”