A little Faun who had been standing quietly beside the Dwarf ’s elbow all this time now handed him a silver ear. trumpet. It was made like the musical instrument called a serpent， so that the tube curled right round the Dwarf ‘s neck. While he was getting it settled the Owl， Glimfeather， suddenly said to the children in a whisper：
“My brain’s a bit clearer now. Don‘t say anything about the lost Prince. I’ll explain later. It wouldn‘t do， wouldn’t do， Tu.Whoo！ Oh what a to.do！”
“Now，” said the Dwarf， “if you have anything sensible to say， Master Glimfeather， try and say it. Take a deep breath and don‘t attempt to speak too quickly.”
With help from the children， and in spite of a fit of coughing on the part of the Dwarf， Glimfeather explained that the strangers had been sent by Aslan to visit the court of Narnia. The Dwarf glanced quickly up at them with a new expression in his eyes.
“Sent by the Lion Himself， hey？” he said. “And from. ’m.from that other Place.beyond the world‘s end， ey？”
“Yes， my lord，” bawled Eustace into the trumpet.
