“Yes,” saidPeter, “Isupposewhatmakesitfeelsoqueeristhatinthestoriesit''treallythinkaboutwheretheJinn'scomingfrom.”
“AndnowweknowwhatitfeelslikefortheJinn,” saidEdmundwithachuckle.“Golly! It''sworsethanwhatFathersaysaboutlivingatthemercyofthetelephone.”
“Butwewanttobehere, don'twe,” saidLucy, “ifAslanwantsus?”
“Meanwhile,” saidtheDwarf, “whatarewetodo? IsupposeI'dbettergobacktoKingCaspianandtellhimnohelphascome.”
“Nohelp?” saidSusan.“.”
“Um—um—yes, ,” saidtheDwarf, whosepipeseemedtobeblocked (atanyratehemadehimselfverybusycleaningit).“But—well—Imean—”
“Butdon'tyouyetseewhoweare?” shoutedLucy.“Youarestupid.”
“Isupposeyouarethefourchildrenoutoftheoldstories,” saidTrumpkin.“AndI''sveryinteresting, —nooffence? '—andhehesitatedagain.
“Dogetonandsaywhateveryou'regoingtosay,” saidEdmund.
“Well, then—nooffence,” saidTrumpkin.“But, youknow, theKingandTrufflehunterandDoctorCorneliuswereexpecting—well, ifyouseewhatImean, , Ithinkthey'—we'reawfullyfondofchildrenandallthat, butjustatthemoment, inthemiddleofawarbutI'msureyouunderstand.”
“Youmeanyouthinkwe'renogood,” saidEdmund, gettingredintheface.
“Nowpraydon'tbeoffended,” interruptedtheDwarf.“Iassureyou, mydearlittlefriends—”
“Littlefromyouisreallyabittoomuch,” saidEdmund, jumpingup.“Isupposeyoudon'tbelievewewontheBattleofBeruna? Well, youcansaywhatyoulikeaboutmebecauseIknow—”
“There'snogoodlosingourtempers,” saidPeter.“Let'sfithimoutwithfresharmorandfitourselvesoutfromthetreasurechamber, andhaveatalkafterthat.”
