“What time was it？” asked Edmund.
“Between nine and ten of the clock，” said Trumpkin.
“Just when we were at the railway station！” said all the children， and looked at one another with shining eyes.
“Please go on，” said Lucy to the Dwarf.
“Well， as I was saying， I wondered， but I went on as hard as I could pelt. I kept on all night.and then， when it was half light this morning， as if I‘d no more sense than a Giant， I risked a short cut across open country to cut off a big loop of the river， and was caught. Not by the army， but by a pompous old fool who has charge of a little castle which is Miraz’s last stronghold towards the coast. I needn‘t tell you they got no true tale out of me， but I was a Dwarf and that was enough. But， lobsters and lollipops！ it is a good thing the seneschal was a pompous fool. Anyone else would have run me through there and then. But nothing would do for him short of a grand execution： sending me down ’to the ghosts‘ in the full ceremonial way. And then this younglady” （he nodded at Susan） “does her bit of archery.and it was pretty shooting， let me tell you.and here we are. And without my armour， for of course they took that.” He knocked out and refilled his pipe.
