“Narnia, a, greeting,” muttered the Doctor. “Yes, Sire.”
“Then begin a new paragraph,” said Peter. “For to prevent the effusion of blood, and for the avoiding all other inveniences likely to grow from the wars now levied in our realm of Narnia, it is our pleasure to adventure our royal person on behalf of our trusty and well-beloved Caspian in wager of battle to prove upon your Lordship’s body that the said Caspian is lawful King under us in Narnia both by ift and by the laws of the Telmarines, and your Lordship twice guilty of treachery both in withholding the dominion of Narnia from the said Caspian and in the most abhominable—don’t fet to spell it with an H, Doctor—bloody, and unnatural murder of your kindly lord and brother King Caspian Ninth of that name. Wherefore we most heartily provoke, challenge, and defy your Lordship to the said bat and monomachy, and have nt the letters by the hand of our well beloved and royal brother Edmund, sometime King under us in Narnia, Duke of Lantern Waste and t of the Western March, Knight of the Noble Order of the Table, to whom we have given full power of determining with your Lordship all the ditions of the said battle. Given at our lodging in Aslan’s How this XII day of the month Greenroof in the first year of Caspiah of Narnia.
“That ought to do,” said Peter, drawing a deep breath. “And now we must nd two others with King Edmund. I think the Giant ought to be one.”
“He’s—he’s not very clever, you know,” said Caspian.
“Of cour not,” said Peter. “But any giant looks impressive if only he will keep quiet. And it will cheer him up. But who for the other?”
“Upon my word,” said Trumpkin, “if you want someone who kill with looks, Reepicheep would be the best.”
“He would indeed, from all I hear,” said Peter with a laugh. “If only he wasn’t so small. They wouldn’t even e him till he was clo！”
“Send Glenstorm, Sire,” said Trufflehunter. “No one ever laughed at a taur.”
An hour later two great lords in the army of Miraz, the Llozelle and the Lord Sopespian, strolling along their lines and pig their teeth after breakfast, looked up and saw ing down to them from the wood the taur and Giant Wimbleweather, whom they had en before in battle, aween them a figure they could nnize. Nor indeed would the other boys at Edmund’s school have reized him if they could have en him at that moment. For Aslan had breathed on him at their meeting and a kind of greatness hung about him.