In the next few days he learned to know them by names. The Badger was called Trufflehunter； he was the oldest and kindest of the three. The Dwarf who had wanted to kill Caspian was a sour Black Dwarf （that is， his hair and beard were black， and thick and hard like horsehair）. His name was Nikabrik. The other Dwarf was a Red Dwarf with hair rather like a Fox’s and he was called Trumpkin.
“And now，” said Nikabrik on the first evening when Caspian was well enough to sit up and talk， “we still have to decide what to do with this Human. You two think you‘ve done it a great kindess by not letting me kill it. But I suppose the upshot is that we have to keep it a prisoner for life. I’m certainly not going to let it go alive.to go back to its own kind and betray us all.”
“Bulbs and bolsters. Nikabrik！” said Trumpkin. “Whyneed you talk so unhandsomely？ It isn‘t the creature’s fault that it bashed its head against a tree outside our hole. And I don‘t think it looks like a traitor.”
“I say，” said Caspian， “you haven’t yet found out whether I want to go back. I don‘t. I want to stay with you.if you’ll let me. I‘ve been looking for people like you all my life.”
