“Men of Telmar，” said Aslan， “you who seek a new land， hear my words. I will send you all to your own country， which I know and you do not.”
“We don‘t remember Telmar. We don’t know where it is. We don‘t know what it is like，” grumbled the Telmarines.
“You came into Narnia out of Telmar，” said Aslan. “But you came into Telmar from another place. You do not belong to this world at all. You came hither， certain generations ago， out of that same world to which the High King Peter belongs.”
At this， half the Telmarines began whimpering， “There you are. Told you so. He’s going to kill us all， send us right out of the world，” and the other half began throwing out their chests and slapping one another on the back and whispering， “There you are. Might have guessed we didn‘t belong to this place with all its queer， nasty， unnatural creatures. We’re of royal blood， you‘ll see.” And even Caspian and Cornelius and the children turned to Aslan with looks of amazement on their faces.
“Peace，” said Aslan in the low voice which was nearest to his growl. The earth seemed to shake a little and every living thing in the grove became still as stone.
