“By a little use of simple magic， your Majesty，” said the Doctor， who was still puffing and blowing from having walked so fast. “But there‘s no time to go into that now. We must all fly from this place at once. You are already betrayed and Miraz is on the move. Before midday tomorrow you will be surrounded.”
“Betrayed！” said Caspian. “And by whom？”
“Another renegade Dwarf， no doubt，” said Nikabrik.
“By your horse Destrier，” said Doctor Cornelius. “The poor brute knew no better. When you were knocked off， of course， he went dawdling back to his stable in the castle. Then the secret of your flight was known. I made myself scarce， having no wish to be questioned about it in Miraz’s torture chamber. I had a pretty good guess from my crystal as to where I should find you. But all day.that was the day before yesterday.I saw Miraz‘s tracking parties out in the woods. Yesterday I learned that his army is out. I don’t think some of your.um.pure.blooded Dwarfs have as much woodcraft as might be expected. You‘ve left tracks all over the place. Great carelessness. At any rate something has warned Miraz that Old Narnia is not so dead as he had hoped， and he is on the move.”
