What had happened was this. As soon as Corin had spoken to Shasta， Corin‘s elbow had been plucked by a Dwarf in the army called Thornbut.
“What is it， Thornbut？” Corin had said.
“Your Royal Highness，” said Thornbut， drawing him aside， “our march today will bring us through the pass and right to your royal father’s castle. We may be in battle before night.”
“I know，” said Corin. “Isn‘t it splendid！”
“Splendid or not，” said Thornbut， “I have the strictest orders from King Edmund to see to it that your Highness is not in the fight. You will be allowed to see it， and that’s treat enough for your Highness‘s little years.”
“Oh what nonsense！” Corin burst out. “Of course I’m going to fight. Why， the Queen Lucy‘s going to be with the archers.”
“The Queen’s grace will do as she pleases，” said Thornbut. “But you are in my charge. Either I must have your solemn and princely word that you‘ll keep your pony beside mine. not half a neck ahead.till I give your Highness leave to depart： or else.it is his Majesty’s word.we must go with our wrists tied together like two prisoners.”
“I‘ll knock you down if you try to bind me，” said Corin. “I’d like to see your Highness do it，” said the Dwarf.
