“I was going to say I wished we’d never e.But I don’t, I don’t, I don’t.Even if we are killed.I’d rather be killed fighting for Narnia than grow old and stupid at home and perhaps go about in a bath-chair and then die in the end just the same.”
“Or be smashed up by British Railways！”
“Why d’you say that?”
“Well when that awful jerk came—the ohat emed to throw us into Narnia—I thought it was the beginning of a railway act.So I was jolly glad to find ourlves here instead.”
While Jill aace were talking about this, the others were discussing their plans and being less mirable.That was becau they were now thinking of what was to be dohis very night and the thought of what had happeo Narnia—the thought that all her glories and joys were over—ushed away into the back part of their minds.The moment they stopped talking it would e out and make them wretched again, but they kept on talking.Poggin was really quite cheerful about the night’s work they had to do.He was sure that the Boar and the Bear, and probably all the Dogs would e over to their side at ond he couldn’t believe that all the other Dwarfs would stick to Griffle.And fighting by firelight and in and out among trees would be an advao the weaker side.And then, if they could win tonight, hey really throw their lives away by meeting the main ene army a few days later?
Why not hide in the woods, or even up in the Western Waste beyond the great waterfall and live like outlaws?And then they might gradually get stronger and stronger, for Talkis and Arlanders would be joining them every day.And at last they’d e out of hiding and sweep the enes（who would have got careless by then）out of the try and Narnia would be revived.After all, something very like that had happened iime of King Miraz！
And Tirian heard all this and thought“But what about Tash?”a in his bohat none of it was going to happen.But he didn’t say so.
When they got o Stable Hill of cour everyone became quiet.Then the real wood-work began.From the moment at which they first saw the Hill to the moment at which they all arrived at the back of the stable, it took them over two hours.It’s the sort of thing one couldn’t describe properly unless one wrote pages and pages about it.The journey from each bit of cover to the arate adventure, and there were very long waits iween, and veral fal alarms.If you are a good Scout ood Guide you will know already what it must have been like.By about sunt they were all safe in a clump of holly trees about fifteen yards behind the stable.They all munched some biscuit and lay down.