“That’s right，” said Trufflehunter. “You‘re right， King Caspian. And as long as you will be true to Old Narnia you shall be my King， whatever they say. Long life to your Majesty.”
“You make me sick， Badger，” growled Nikabrik. “The High King Peter and the rest may have been Men， but they were a different sort of men. This is one of the cursed Telmarines. He has hunted beasts for sport. Haven’t you， now？” he added， rounding suddenly on Caspian.
“Well， to tell you the truth， I have，” said Caspian. “But they weren‘t Talking Beasts.”
“It’s all the same thing，” said Nikabrik.
“No， no， no，” said Trufflehunter. “You know it isn‘t. You know very well that the beasts in Narnia nowadays are different and are no more than the poor dumb， witless creatures you’d find in Calormen or Telmar. They‘re smallertoo. They’re far more different from us than the half. Dwarfs are from you.”
There was a great deal more talk， but it all ended with the agreement that Caspian should stay and even the promise that， as soon as he was able to go out， he should be taken to see what Trumpkin called “the Others”； for apparently in these wild parts all sorts of creatures from the Old Days of Narnia still lived on in hiding.
