“He is old, you say. How long then have I been in the power of the witch?‘“It is more than ten years since your Highness was lost in the woods at the north side of Narnia.”
“Ten years!” said the Prince, drawing his hand across his face as if to rub away the past. “Yes, I believe you. For now that I am myself I can remember that enchanted life, though while I was enchanted I could not remember my true self. And now, fair friends.but wait! I hear their feet (does it not sicken a man, that padding woolly tread! Faugh!) on the stairs. Lock the door, boy. Or stay. I have a better thought than that. I will fool these Earthmen, if Aslan gives me the wit. Take your cue from me.”
He walked resolutely to the door and flung it wide open.
The Queen Of Underland