“Apparently，” thought Shasta to himself， “I‘m being mistaken for a prince of Archenland， wherever that is. And these must be the Narnians. I wonder where the real Corin is？” But these thoughts did not help him say anything out loud.
“Where hast been， Corin？” said the lady， her hands still on Shasta’s shoulders.
“I.I don‘t know，” stammered Shasta.
“There it is， Susan，” said the King. “I could get no tale outof him， true or false.”
