“Well，” said the Dwarf， “as you’ve saved my life it is only fair you should have your own way. But I hardly know where to begin. First of all I‘m a messenger of King Caspian’s.”
“Who‘s he？” asked four voices all at once.
“Caspian the Tenth， King of Narnia， and long may he reign！” answered the Dwarf. “That is to say， he ought to be King of Narnia and we hope he will be. At present he is only King of us Old Narnians.”
“What do you mean by old Narnians， please？” asked Lucy. “Why， that’s us，” said the Dwarf. “We‘re a kind of rebellion，I suppose.”
“I see，” said Peter.“ And Caspian is the chief Old Narnian.” “Well， in a manner of speaking，” said the Dwarf， scratching his head. “But he’s really a New Narnian himself，a Telmarine， if you follow me.”
“I don‘t，” said Edmund.
“It’s worse than the Wars of the Roses，” said Lucy.
“Oh dear，” said the Dwarf. “I‘m doing this very badly. Look here： I think I’ll have to go right back to the beginning and tell you how Caspian grew up in his uncle‘s court and how he comes to be on our side at all. But it’ll be a long story.”
“All the better，” said Lucy. “We love stories.”
