“Weights and water.bottles！” came an angry voice. “It‘sme you’re sitting on. Get off. You‘re like a young elephant.”
“Sorry， DLF，” said Edmund. “Is that better？”
“Ow！ No！” bellowed Trumpkin. “You’re putting your boot in my mouth. Go away.”
“Is King Caspian anywhere？” asked Peter.
“I‘m here，” said a rather faint voice. “Something bit me.”
They all heard the noise of someone striking a match. It was Edmund. The little flame showed his face， looking pale and dirty. He blundered about for a little， found the candle （they were no longer using the lamp， for they had run out of oil）， set it on the table， and lit it. When the flame rose clear，several people scrambled to their feet. Six faces blinked at one another in the candlelight.
“We don’t seem to have any enemies left，” said Peter. “There‘s the Hag， dead.” （He turned his eyes quickly away from her.） “And Nikabrik， dead too. And I suppose this thing is a Wer.Wolf. It’s so long since I‘ve seen one. Wolf ’s head and man‘s body. That means he was just turning from man into wolf at the moment he was killed. And you， I suppose， are King Caspian？”
“Yes，” said the other boy. “But I’ve no idea who you are.” “It‘s the High King， King Peter，” said Trumpkin.
