“My Father，” he said to the Captain， “I also desire to go in.”
“Peace， Emeth，” said the Captain， “Who called thee to ounsel？ Does it become a boy to speak？”
“My Father，” said Emeth. “Truly I am younger than thou， et I also am of the blood of the Tarkaans even as thou art， nd I also am the servant of Tash. Therefore . . .”
“Silence，” said Rishda Tarkaan. “Am not I thy Captain？ Thou ast nothing to do with this stable. It is for the Narnians.” “Nay， my Father，” answered Emeth. “Thou hast said that heir Aslan and our Tash are all one. And if that is the truth， hen Tash himself is in yonder. And how then sayest thou hat I have nothing to do with Him？ For gladly would I die thousand deaths if I might look once on the face of Tash.” “Thou art a fool and understandest nothing，” said Rishda arkaan. “These be high matters.”
Emeth’s face grew sterner. “Is it then not true that Tash nd Aslan are all one？” he asked. “Has the Ape lied to us？” “Of course they‘re all one，” said the Ape.
“Swear it， Ape，” said Emeth.
“Oh dear！” whimpered Shift， “I wish you’d all stop othering me. My head does ache. Yes， yes， I swear it.” “Then， my Father，” said Emeth， “I am utterly determined o go in.”
