“Caspian the Tenth，” said the Owl. And Jill wondered why crubb had suddenly pulled up short in his walk and turned an xtraordinary colour. She thought she had never seen him look o sick about anything. But before she had time to ask any uestions they had reached the dwarf， who was just gathering p the reins of his donkey and preparing to drive back to the astle. The crowd of courtiers had broken up and were going the same direction， by ones and twos and little knots， likeeople coming away from watching a game or a race.
“Tu.whoo！ Ahem！ Lord Regent，” said the Owl， stooping own a little and holding its beak near the Dwarf ‘s ear. “Heh？ What’s that？” said the Dwarf.
“Two strangers， my lord，” said the Owl.
“Rangers！ What d‘ye mean？” said the Dwarf. “I see two ncommonly grubby man.cubs. What do they want？”
“My name’s Jill，” said Jill， pressing forward. She was very ager to explain the important business on which they had ome.
“The girl‘s called Jill，” said the Owl， as loud as it could. “What’s that？” said the Dwarf. “The girls are all killed！ I on‘t believe a word of it. What girls？ Who killed ’em？”
