“I wouldn’t have felt safe with Bacchus and all his wild girls if we‘d met them without Aslan.”
“I should think not，” said Lucy.
Sorcery And Sudden Vengeance
Mean while Trumpkin and the two boys arrived at the dark little stone archway which led into the inside of the Mound， and two sentinel badgers （the white patches on their cheeks were all Edmund could see of them） leaped up with bared teeth and asked them in snarling voices， “Who goes there？”
“Trumpkin，” said the Dwarf. “Bringing the High King of Narnia out of the far past.”
The badgers nosed at the boys’ hands. “At last，” they said. “At last.”
“Give us a light， friends，” said Trumpkin.
The badgers found a torch just inside the arch and Peter lit it and handed it to Trumpkin. “The DLF had better lead，” he said. “We don‘t know our way about this place.”
Trumpkin took the torch and went ahead into the dark tunnel. It was a cold， black， musty place， with an occasional bat fluttering in the torchlight， and plenty of cobwebs. The boys， who had been mostly in the open air since that morning at the railway station， felt as if they were going into a trap or a prison.
