Behind a table at the far end with various secretaries about him sat his Sufficiency， the governor of the Lone Islands. Gumpas was a bilious.looking man with hair that had once been red and was now mostly grey. He glanced up as the strangers entered and then looked down at his papers saying automatically， “No interviews without appointments except between nine and ten p.m. on second Saturdays.”
Caspian nodded to Bern and then stood aside. Bern and Drinian took a step forward and each seized one end of the table. They lifted it， and flung it on one side of the hall where it rolled over， scattering a cascade of letters， dossiers， ink.pots， pens， sealing.wax and documents. Then， not roughly but as firmly as if their hands were pincers of steel， they plucked Gumpas out of his chair and deposited him， facing it， about four feet away. Caspian at once sat down in the chair and laid his naked sword across his knees.
“My Lord，” said he， fixing his eyes on Gumpas， “you have not given us quite the welcome we expected. I am the King of Narnia.”
