“Let me down， Edmund，” howled Rabadash. “Let me down and fight me like a king and a man； or if you are too great a coward to do that， kill me at once.”
“Cer tainl y，” began King Edmund， but King Luneinterrupted.
“By your Majesty‘s good leave，” said King Lune to Edmund. “Not so.” Then turning to Rabadash he said， “Your royal Highness， if you had given that challenge a week ago， I’ll answer for it there was no one in King Edmund‘s dominion， from the High King down to the smallest Talking Mouse， who would have refused it. But by attacking our castle of Anvard in time of peace without defiance sent， you have proved yourself no knight， but a traitor， and one rather to be whipped by the hangman than to be suffered to cross swords with any person of honour. Take him down， bind him， and carry him within till our pleasure is further known.”
Strong hands wrenched Rabadash’s sword from him and he was carried away into the castle， shouting， threatening， cursing， and even crying. For though he could have faced torture he couldn‘t bear being made ridiculous. In Tashbaan everyone had always taken him seriously.
