“I say, Peter,” whispered Edmund. “Look at ths on the walls. Don’t they look old? A we’re older than that. When we were last here, they hadn’t been made.”
“Yes,” said Peter. “That makes ohink.”
The Dwarf went on ahead and then turo the right, and then to the left, and then down some steps, and then to the left again. Then at last they saw a light ahead—light from under a door. And now for the first time they heard voices, for they had e to the door of the tral chamber. The voices inside were angry ones. Someone was talking so loudly that the approach of the boys and the Dwarf had not been heard.
“Don’t like the sound of that,” whispered Trumpkin to Peter. “Let’s listen for a moment.” All three stood perfectly still oside of the door.
“You know well enough,” said a voice（“That’s the King,” whispered Trumpkin）, “why the Horn was not blown at sunri this m. Have you fotten that Miraz fell upon us almost before Trumpkin had gone, and we were fighting for our lives for the space of three hours and more? I blew it when first I had a breathing space.”
“I say, Peter,” whispered Edmund. “Look at ths on the walls. Don’t they look old? A we’re older than that. When we were last here, they hadn’t been made.”
“Yes,” said Peter. “That makes ohink.”
The Dwarf went on ahead and then turo the right, and then to the left, and then down some steps, and then to the left again. Then at last they saw a light ahead—light from under a door. And now for the first time they heard voices, for they had e to the door of the tral chamber. The voices inside were angry ones. Someone was talking so loudly that the approach of the boys and the Dwarf had not been heard.
“Don’t like the sound of that,” whispered Trumpkin to Peter. “Let’s listen for a moment.” All three stood perfectly still oside of the door.
“You know well enough,” said a voice（“That’s the King,” whispered Trumpkin）, “why the Horn was not blown at sunri this m. Have you fotten that Miraz fell upon us almost before Trumpkin had gone, and we were fighting for our lives for the space of three hours and more? I blew it when first I had a breathing space.”
“I’m not likely tet it,” came the angry voice, “when my Dwarfs bore the brunt of the attad one in five of them fell.”（“That’s Nikabrik,” whispered Trumpkin.）