“I suppose what we‘re doing now may be wrong，” said the abbit.
“I don’t care if it is，” said one of the Moles. “I‘d do it again.” But the others said， “Oh hush，” and “Do be careful，” and hen they all said， “We’re sorry， dear King， but we must go ack now. It would never do for us to be caught here.” “Leave me at once， dear Beasts，” said Tirian. “I would not or all Narnia bring any of you into danger.”
“Goodnight， goodnight，” said the Beasts， rubbing their oses against his knees. “We will come back.if we can.” hen they all pattered away and the wood seemed darker nd colder and lonelier than it had been before they came. The stars came out and time went slowly on.imagine ow slowly.while that last King of Narnia stood stiff and ore and upright against the tree in his bonds. But at last omething happened.
