“That’s a likely stor y，” growled Nikabrik. “You‘re a Telmarine and a Human， aren’t you？ Of course you want to go back to your own kind.”
“Well， even if I did， I couldn‘t，” said Caspian. “I was flying for my life when I had my accident. The King wants to kill me. If you’d killed me， you‘d have done the very thing to please him.”
“Well now，” said Trufflehunter， “you don’t say so！”
“Eh？” said Trumpkin. “What‘s that？ What have you beendoing， Human， to fall foul of Miraz at your age？”
“He’s my uncle，” began Caspian， when Nikabrik jumped up with his hand on his dagger.
“There you are！” he cried. “Not only a Telmarine but close kin and heir to our greatest enemy. Are you still mad enough to let this creature live？” He would have stabbed Caspian then and there， if the Badger and Trumpkin had not got in the way and forced him back to his seat and held him down.
“Now， once and for all， Nikabrik，” said Trumpkin. “Will you contain yourself， or must Trufflehunter and I sit on your head？”
Nikabrik sulkily promised to behave， and the other two asked Caspian to tell his whole story. When he had done so there was a moment‘s silence.
