“Don’t know, eh?” said Miraz. “Why, I should like to know what more anyone could wish for！”
“All the same, I do wish,” said Caspian.
“What do you wish?” asked the King.
“I wish—I wish—I wish I could have lived in the Old Days,” said Caspian. （He was only a very little boy at the time.）
Up till now King Miraz had been talking iiresome way that some grown-ups have, which makes it quite clear that they are not really ied in what you are saying, but now he suddenly gave Caspian a very sharp look.
“Eh? What’s that?” he said. “What old days do you mean?”
“Oh, don’t you know, Uncle?” said Caspian. “Whehing was quite different. When all the animals could talk, and there were nice people who lived ireams and the trees. Naiads and Dryads they were called. And there were Dwarfs. And there were lovely little Fauns in all the woods. They had feet like goats. And—”
“That’s all nonn, for babies,” said the King sternly. “Only fit for babies, do you hear? Yetting too old for that sort of stuff. At ye you ought to be thinking of battles and adventures, not fairy tales.”
“Don’t know, eh?” said Miraz. “Why, I should like to know what more anyone could wish for！”
“All the same, I do wish,” said Caspian.
“What do you wish?” asked the King.
“I wish—I wish—I wish I could have lived in the Old Days,” said Caspian. （He was only a very little boy at the time.）
Up till now King Miraz had been talking iiresome way that some grown-ups have, which makes it quite clear that they are not really ied in what you are saying, but now he suddenly gave Caspian a very sharp look.
“Eh? What’s that?” he said. “What old days do you mean?”
“Oh, don’t you know, Uncle?” said Caspian. “Whehing was quite different. When all the animals could talk, and there were nice people who lived ireams and the trees. Naiads and Dryads they were called. And there were Dwarfs. And there were lovely little Fauns in all the woods. They had feet like goats. And—”
“That’s all nonn, for babies,” said the King sternly. “Only fit for babies, do you hear? Yetting too old for that sort of stuff. At ye you ought to be thinking of battles and adventures, not fairy tales.”
“Oh, but there were battles and adventures in tho days,” said Caspian. “Wonderful adventures. Ohere was a White Witd she made herlf Queen of the whole try. And she made it so that it was always winter. And then two boys and two girls came from somewhere and so they killed the Witd they were made Kings and Queens of Narnia, and their names were Peter and Susan and Edmund and Lucy. And so they reigned for ever so long and everyone had a lovely time, and it was all becau of Aslan—”