“I saw it begin，” said the Lord Digory. “I did not think I ould live to see it die.”
“Sirs，” said Tirian. “The ladies do well to weep. See， I o so myself. I have seen my mother’s death. What world ut Narnia have I ever known？ It were no virtue， but great iscourtesy， if we did not mourn.”
They walked away from the Door and away from the warfs who still sat crowded together in their imaginary table. And as they went they talked to one another about ld wars and old peace and ancient Kings and all the glories f Narnia.
The Dogs were still with them. They joined in the onversation but not much because they were too busy acing on ahead and racing back and rushing off to sniff t smells in the grass till they made themselves sneeze. uddenly they picked up a scent which seemed to excite hem very much. They all started arguing about it. “Yes it.No it isn‘t.That’s just what I said.Anyone can smell hat that is.Take your great nose out of the way and let omeone else smell.”
“What is it， cousins？” said Peter.
“A Calormene， Sire，” said several Dogs at once.
“Lead on to him， then，” said Peter. “Whether he meets us peace or war， he shall be welcome.”
