“Long live the King，” he cried. “I and my sons are ready for war. When is the battle to be joined？”
Up till now neither Caspian nor the others had really been thinking of a war. They had some vague idea， perhaps， of an occasional raid on some Human farmstead or of attacking a party of hunters， if it ventured too far into these southern wilds. But， in the main， they had thought only of living to themselves in woods and caves and building up an attempt at Old Narnia in hiding. As soon as Glenstorm had spoken everyone felt much more serious.
“Do you mean a real war to drive Miraz out of Narnia？” asked Caspian.
“What else？” said the Centaur. “Why else does your Majesty go clad in mail and girt with sword？”
“Is it possible， Glenstorm？” said the Badger.
