“I.I think，” said Lucy， “I‘ve seen something like it before. It was a knife like it that the White Witch used when she killed Aslan at the Stone Table long ago.”
“It was the same，” said the girl， “and it was brought here to be kept in honour while the world lasts.”
E d m u n d ， w h o h a d b e e n l o o k i n g m o r e a n d m o r e uncomfortable for the last few minutes， now spoke.
“Look here，” he said， “I hope I’m not a coward.about eating this food， I mean.and I‘m sure I don’t mean to be rude. But we have had a lot of queer adventures on this voyage of ours and things aren‘t always what they seem. When I look in your face I can’t help believing all you say： but then that‘s just what might happen with a witch too. How are we to know you’re a friend？”
“You can‘t know，” said the girl. “You can only believe.or not.”
After a moment’s pause Reepicheep‘s small voice was heard.
“Sire，” he said to Caspian， “of your courtesy fill my cup with wine from that flagon： it is too big for me to lift. I will drink to the lady.”
