“My gentlemen.in.waiting will be there，” said Caspian. “They are fast asleep and will not wake，” said the Doctor.
“I am a very minor magician but I can at least contrive a charmed sleep.”
They went into the antechamber and there， sure enough， the two gentlemen.in.waiting were， sprawling on chairs and snoring hard. Doctor Cornelius quickly cut up the remains of a cold chicken and some slices of venison and put them， with bread and an apple or so and a little flask of good wine， into the wallet which he then gave to Caspian. It fitted on by a strap over Caspian‘s shoulder， like a satchel you would use for taking books to school.
“Have you your sword？” asked the Doctor. “Yes，” said Caspian.
“Then put this mantle over all to hide the sword and the wallet. That’s right. And now we must go to the Great Tower and talk.”
When they had reached the top of the Tower （it was a cloudy night， not at all like the night when they had seen the conjunction of Tarva and Alambil） Doctor Cornelius said，“Dear Prince， you must leave this castle at once and go to seek your fortune in the wide world. Your life is in danger here.”
“Why？” asked Caspian.
