There came a low word of command. “Halt！” .then a moment of horsey noises.nostrils blowing， hoofs pawing， bits being champed， necks being patted. Then a voice spoke：
“Attend， all of you，” it said. “We are now within a furlong of the castle. Remember your orders. Once we are in Narnia， as we should be by sunrise， you are to kill as little as possible. On this venture you are to regard every drop of Narnian blood as more precious than a gallon of your own. On this venture， I say. The gods will send us a happier hourand then you must leave nothing alive between Cair Paravel and the Western Waste. But we are not yet in Narnia. Here in Archenland it is another thing. In the assault on this castle of King Lune’s， nothing matters but speed. Show your mettle. It must be mine within an hour. And if it is， I give it all to you. I reserve no booty for myself. Kill me every barbarian male within its walls， down to the child that was born yesterday， and everything else is yours to divide as you please.the women， the gold， the jewels， the weapons， and the wine. The man that I see hanging back when we come to the gates shall be burned alive. In the name of Tash the irresistible， the inexorable.forward！”
