“I am not saying these things in blame of you， dear Prince，” answered the Doctor. “You may well ask why I say them at all. But I have two reasons. Firstly， because my old heart has carried these secret memories so long that it aches with them and would burst if I did not whisper them to you. But secondly， for this： that when you become King you may help us， for I know that you also， Telmarine though you are， love the Old Things.”
“I do， I do，” said Caspian. “But how can I help？”
“You can be kind to the poor remnants of the Dwarf people， like myself. You can gather learned magicians and try to find a way of awaking the trees once more. You can search through all the nooks and wild places of the land to see if any Fauns or Talking Beasts or Dwarfs are perhaps still alive in hiding.”
“Do you think there are any？” asked Caspian eagerly.
