“Oh， dry up！ Don‘t keep interrupting. And when you’reback in England.in our world.you can‘t tell how time is going here. It might be any number of years in Narnia while we’re having one year at home. The Pevensies explainedall to me， but， like a fool， I forgot about it. And now pparently it‘s been about seventy years.Narnian years. nce I was here last. Do you see now？ And I come back nd find Caspian an old， old man.”
“Then the King was an old friend of yours！” said Jill. A orrid thought had struck her.
“I should jolly well think he was，” said Scrubb miserably. bout as good a friend as a chap could have. And last time e was only a few years older than me. And to see that old an with a white beard， and to remember Caspian as he as the morning we captured the Lone Islands， or in the ght with the Sea Serpent.oh， it’s frightful. It‘s worse than oming back and finding him dead.““Oh， shut up，” said Jill impatiently. “It’s far worse than ou think. We‘ve muffed the first Sign.” Of course Scrubb id not understand this. Then Jill told him about her onversation with Aslan and the four signs and the task of nding the lost prince which had been laid upon them.
