While Jill and Eustace were talking about this， the others were discussing their plans and becoming less miserable. That was because they were now thinking of what was to be done this very night and the thought of what had happened to Narnia-the thought that all her glories and joys were over-was pushed away into the back part of their minds. The moment they stopped talking it would come out and make them wretched again： but they kept on talking. Poggin was really quite cheerful about the night‘s work they had to do. He was sure that the Boar and the Bear， and probably all the Dogs would come over to their side at once. And he couldn’t believe that all the other Dwarfs would stick to Griffle. And fighting by firelight and in and out among trees would be an advantage to the weaker side. And then， if they could win tonight， need they really throw their lives away by meeting the main Calormene army a few days later？
Why not hide in the woods， or even up in the Western Waste beyond the great waterfall and live like outlaws？ And then they might gradually get stronger and stronger， for Talking Beasts and Archenlanders would be joining them every day. And at last they‘d
come out of hiding and sweep the Calormenes （who would have got careless by then） out of the country and Narnia would be revived. After all， something very like that had happened in the time of King Miraz！
And Tirian heard all this and thought “But what about Tash？” and felt in his bones that none of it was going to happen. But he didn’t say so.
When they got nearer to Stable Hill of course everyone became quiet. Then the real wood-work began. From the moment at which they first saw the Hill to the moment at which they all arrived at the back of the stable， it took them over two hours. It‘s the sort of thing one couldn’t describe properly unless one wrote pages and pages about it. The journey from each bit of cover to the next was a separate adventure， and there were very long waits in between， and several false
alarms. If you are a good Scout or a good Guide you will know already what it must have been like. By about sunset they were all safe in a clump of holly trees about fifteen yards behind the stable. They all munched some biscuit and lay down.
Then came the worst part， the waiting. Luckily for the children they slept for a couple of hours， but of course they woke up when the night grew cold， and what was worse， woke up very thirsty and with no chance of getting a drink. Puzzle just stood， shivering a little with nervousness， and said nothing. But Tirian， with his head against Jewel‘s flank， slept as soundly as if he were in his royal bed at Cair Paravel， till the sound of a gong beating awoke him and he sat up and saw that there was firelight on the far side of the stable and knew that the hour had come.
“Kiss me， Jewel，” he said. “For certainly this is our last night on earth. And if ever I offended against you in any matter great or small， forgive me now.”
“Dear King，” said the Unicorn， “I could almost wish you had， so that I might forgive it. Farewell. We have known great joys together. If Aslan gave me my choice I would choose no other life than the life I have had and no other death than the one we go to.”
Then they woke up Farsight， who was asleep with his head under his wing （it made him look as if he had no head at all）， and crept forward to the stable. They left Puzzle （not without a kind word， for no one was angry with him now） just behind it， telling him not to move till someone came to fetch him， and took up their position at one end of the stable.
The bonfire had not been lit for long and was just beginning to blaze up. It was only a few feet away from them， and the great crowd of Narnian creatures were on the other side of it， so that Tirian could not at first see them very well， though of course he saw dozens of eyes shining with the reflection of the fire， as you’ve seen a rabbit‘s or cat’s eyes in the headlights of a car. And just as Tirian took his place， the gong stopped beating and from somewhere on his left three figures appeared. One was Rishda Tarkaan the Calormene Captain. The second was the Ape. He was holding on to the Tarkaan‘s hand with one paw and kept whimpering and muttering， “Not so fast， don’t go so fast， I‘m not at all well. Oh my poor head！ These midnight meetings are getting too much for me. Apes aren’t meant to be up at night： It‘s not as if I was a rat or a bat-oh my poor head.”
On the other side of the Ape， walking very soft and stately， with his
tail straight up in the air， came Ginger the Cat. They were heading for the bonfire and were so close to Tirian that they would have seen him at once if they had looked in the right direction. Fortunately they did not. But Tirian heard Rishda say to Ginger in a low voice：
“Now， Cat， to thy post. See thou play thy part well.”
“Miaow， miaow. Count on me！” said Ginger. Then he stepped away beyond the bonfire and sat down in the front row of the assembled Beasts： in the audience， as you might say.
For really， as it happened， the whole thing was rather like a theatre. The crowd of Narnians were like the people in the seats； the little grassy place just in front of the stable， where the bonfire burned and the Ape and the Captain stood to talk to the crowd， was like the stage； the stable itself was like the scenery at the back of the stage； and Tirian and his friends were like people peering round from behind the
scenery. It was a splendid position. If any of them stepped forward into the full firelight， all eyes would be fixed on him at once： on the other hand， so long as they stood still in the shadow of the end wall of the stable， it was a hundred to one against their being noticed.
Rishda Tarkaan dragged the Ape up close to the fire. The pair of them turned to face the crowd， and this of course meant that their backs were towards Tirian and his friends.
“Now， Monkey，” said Rishda Tarkaan in a low voice. “Say the words that wiser heads have put into thy mouth. And hold up thy head.” As he spoke he gave the Ape a little prod or kick from behind with the point of his toe.
“Do leave me alone，” muttered Shift. But he sat up straighter and began， in a louder voice- “Now listen， all of you. A terrible thing has happened. A wicked thing. The wickedest thing that ever was done in Narnia. And Aslan-”
“Tashlan， fool，” whispered Rishda Tarkaan.
