And all the Calormenes banged the flats of their swords n their shields and shouted， “Tash！ Tash！ The great god ash！ Inexorable Tash！” （There was no nonsense about Tashlan“ now.）The little party by the white rock watched these doingsand whispered to one another. They had found a trickle of water coming down the rock and all had drunk eagerly.Jill and Poggin and the King in their hands， while the four. footed ones lapped from the little pool which it had made at the foot of the stone. Such was their thirst that it seemed the most delicious drink they had ever had in their lives， and while they were drinking they were perfectly happy and could not think of anything else.
“I feel in my bones，” said Poggin， “that we shall all， one by one， pass through that dark door before morning. I can think of a hundred deaths I would rather have died.”
“It is indeed a grim door，” said Tirian. “It is more like a mouth.”
“Oh， can‘t we do anything to stop it？” said Jill in a shaken voice.
“Nay， fair friend，” said Jewel， nosing her gently. “It may be for us the door to Aslan’s country and we shall sup at his table tonight.”
Rishda Tarkaan turned his back on the stable and walked slowly to a place in front of the white rock.
