Shasta had never seen his own face in a looking.glass. Even if he had， he might not have realized that the other boy was （at ordinary times） almost exactly like himself. At the moment this boy was not particularly like anyone for he had the finest black eye you ever saw， and a tooth missing， and his clothes （which must have been splendid ones when he put them on） were torn and dirty， and there was both blood and mud on his face.
“Who are you？” said the boy in a whisper. “Are you Prince Corin？” said Shasta.
“Yes， of course，” said the other. “But who are you？”
“I‘m nobody， nobody in particular， I mean，” said Shasta. “King Edmund caught me in the street and mistook me for you. I suppose we must look like one another. Can I get out the way you’ve got in？”
“Yes， if you‘re any good at climbing，” said Corin. “But why are you in such a hurry？ I say： we ought to be able to get some fun out of this being mistaken for one another.”
“No， no，” said Shasta. “We must change places at once. It’ll be simply frightful if Mr Tumnus comes back and finds us both here. I‘ve had to pretend to be you. And you’re starting tonight.secretly. And where were you all this time？”
