“Who’s he?” said Miraz. And if Caspian had been a very little older, the tone of his uncle’s voice would have warned him that it would be wir to shut up. But he babbled on.
“Oh, don’t you know?” he said. “Aslan is the great Lion who es from over the a.”
“Who has been telling you all this nonn?” said the King in a voice of thunder. Caspian was frightened and said nothing.
“Your Royal Highness,” said King Miraz, letting go of Caspian’s hand, which he had been holding till now, “I insist upon being answered. Look me in the face. Who has been telling you this pack of lies?”
“N—Nur,” faltered Caspian, and burst into tears.
“Stop that noi,” said his uaking Caspian by the shoulders and giving ham a shake. “Stop it. And never let me catch you talking—or thinkiher—about all tho silly stories again. There never were tho Kings and Queens. How could there be two Kings at the same time? And there’s no such person as Aslan. And there are no such things as lions. And there never was a time when animals could talk. Do you hear?”
“Yes, Uncle,” sobbed Caspian.
“The’s have no more of it,” said the King. Then he called to one of the gentlemen-in-waiting who were standing at the far end of the terrad said in a cold voice, “duct His Royal Higho his apartments and nd His Royal Highness’s nur to me at once.”
day Caspian found what a terrible thing he had done, for Nur had been nt away without even being allowed to say good-bye to him, and he was told he was to have a Tutor.
Caspian misd his nur very mud shed many tears； and becau he was so mirable, he thought about the old stories of Narnia far more than before. He dreamed of Dwarfs and Dryads every night and tried very hard to make the dogs and cats in the castle talk to him. But the dogs only wagged their tails and the cats only purred.