“I suppose all you chaps.owls， I mean，” said Scrubb， “I uppose you all know that King Caspian the Tenth， in his oung days， sailed to the eastern end of the world. Well， Iwas with him on that journey； with him and Reepicheep the Mouse， and the Lord Drinian and all of them. I know it sounds hard to believe， but people don’t grow older in our world at the same speed as they do in yours. And what I want to say is this， that I‘m the King’s man； and if this parliament of owls is any sort of plot against the King， I‘m having nothing to do with it.”
“Tu.whoo， tu.whoo， we’re all the King‘s owls too，” said the owls.
“What’s it all about then？” said Scrubb.
“It‘s only this，” said Glimfeather. “That if the Lord Regent， the Dwarf Trumpkin， hears you are going to look for the lost Prince， he won’t let you start. He‘d keep you under lock and key sooner.”
“Great Scott！” said Scr ubb. “You don’t mean that Trumpkin is a traitor？ I used to hear a lot about him in the old days， at sea. Caspian.the King， I mean.trusted him absolutely.”
