truffleer?  s?"

    "I s a drink," said t voice, presumably truffleer's. A dark s an arm slipped gently under  ly an arm. t bent to it c. "It's a mask of some sort," t Caspian. "Or per all." A cupful of somet and   to  t moment one of t screamed  revealed t o   a man's face but a badger's, telligent t ainly been talking. oo, t  ttle bearded men, so mucer and or Cornelius t  once for real D D a drop of   last. to swim again.

    In t feruffleer;  and kindest of ted to kill Caspian  is, rumpkin.

    "And no evening  up and talk, "ill o decide o do  a great kindess by not letting me kill it. But I suppose t is t  a prisoner for life. I'm certainly not going to let it go alive - to go back to its oray us all."

    "Bulbs and bolsters! Nikabrik," said trumpkin. "alk so un isn't ture's fault t it bass  a tree outside our  t looks like a traitor."

    "I say," said Caspian, "you  yet found out o go back. I don't. I  to stay  me. I've been looking for people like you all my life."

    "t's a likely story," groelmarine and a  you? Of course you  to go back to your own kind."

    "ell, even if I did, I couldn't," said Caspian. "I s to kill me. If you'd killed me, you'd o please him.&q