“Can‘t？” said Caspian sharply， looking for a moment not unlike his uncle Miraz.
“Begging your Majesty’s pardon，” said Rynelf from the deck below， “but if one of us did the same it would be called deserting.”
“You presume too much on your long service， Rynelf，” said Caspian.
“No， Sire！ He‘s perfectly right，” said Drinian.
“By the Mane of Aslan，” said Caspian， “I had thought you were all my subjects here， not my schoolmasters.”
“I’m not，” said Edmund， “and I say you can not do this.” “Can‘t again，” said Caspian. “What do you mean？”
“If it please your Majesty， we mean shall not，” said Reepicheep with a very low bow. “You are the King of Narnia. You break faith with all your subjects， and especially Trumpkin， if you do not return. You shall not please yourself with adventures as if you were a private person. And if your Majesty will not hear reason it will be the truest loyalty of every man on board to follow me in disarming and binding you till you come to your senses.”
“Quite right，” said Edmund. “Like they did with Ulysses when he wanted to go near the Sirens.”
