“I‘m afraid not， High King，” said Caspian. He was liking Peter very much， but was rather tongue.tied. It was much stranger for him to meet the great Kings out of the old stories than it was for them to meet him.
“Very well， then，” said Peter， “I’ll send him a challenge to single combat.” No one had thought of this before.
“Please，” said Caspian， “could it not be me？ I want to avenge my father.”
“You‘re wounded，” said Peter. “And anyway， wouldn’t he just laugh at a challenge from you？ I mean， we have seen that you are a king and a warrior but he thinks of you as a kid.”
“But， Sire，” said the Badger， who sat very close to Peter and never took his eyes off him. “Will he accept a challenge even from you？ He knows he has the stronger army.”
“Very likely he won‘t，” said Peter， “but there’s always the chance. And even if he doesn‘t， we shall spend the best part of the day sending heralds to and fro and all that. By then Aslan may have done something. And at least I can inspect the army and strengthen the position. I will send the challenge. In fact I will write it at once. Have you pen and ink， Master Doctor？”
“A scholar is never without them， your Majesty，” answered Doctor Cornelius.
