CHAPTER SEVEN MAINLY ABOUT DWARFS(1 / 3)

What the Dwarfs saw, now that they could e it clo, was certainly enough to make them wonder how they had ever been taken in.The lion-skin had got pretty untidy already during Puzzle’s impriso iable and it had been knocked crooked during his jourhrough the dark wood.Most of it was in a big lump on one shoulder.The head, besides being pushed sideways, had somehow got very far back so that anyone could now e his silly, gentle, donkeyish face gazing out of it.Some grass stuck out of one er of his mouth, for he’d been doing a little quiet nibbling as they brought him along.And he was muttering,“It wasn’t my fault, I’m not clever.I never said I was.”

For one d all the Dwarfs were staring at Puzzle with wide open mouths and then one of the soldiers said sharply,“Are you mad, My Master?What are you doing to the slaves?”and the other said,“And who are you?”her of their spears was at the salute now—both were down and ready for a.

“Give the password,”said the chief soldier.

What the Dwarfs saw, now that they could e it clo, was certainly enough to make them wonder how they had ever been taken in.The lion-skin had got pretty untidy already during Puzzle’s impriso iable and it had been knocked crooked during his jourhrough the dark wood.Most of it was in a big lump on one shoulder.The head, besides being pushed sideways, had somehow got very far back so that anyone could now e his silly, gentle, donkeyish face gazing out of it.Some grass stuck out of one er of his mouth, for he’d been doing a little quiet nibbling as they brought him along.And he was muttering,“It wasn’t my fault, I’m not clever.I never said I was.”

For one d all the Dwarfs were staring at Puzzle with wide open mouths and then one of the soldiers said sharply,“Are you mad, My Master?What are you doing to the slaves?”and the other said,“And who are you?”her of their spears was at the salute now—both were down and ready for a.

“Give the password,”said the chief soldier.

“This is my password,”said the King as he drew his sword.“The light is dawning, the lie broken.Now guard thee, mist, for I am Tirian of Narnia.”