A little farther on， in a dry， rocky ravine they reached the cave of five Black Dwarfs. They looked suspiciously at Caspian， but in the end the eldest of them said， “If he is against Miraz， we‘ll have him for King.” And the next oldest said， “Shall we go farther up for you， up to the crags？ There’s an Ogre or two and a Hag that we could introduce you to， up there.”
“Certainly not，” said Caspian.
“I should think not， indeed，” said Trufflehunter. “We want none of that sort on our side.” Nikabrik disagreed with this， but Trumpkin and the Badger overruled him. It gave Caspian a shock to realize that the horrible creatures out of the old stories， as well as the nice ones， had some descendants in Narnia still.
“We should not have Aslan for friend if we brought in that rabble，” said Trufflehunter as they came away from the cave of the Black Dwarfs.
“Oh， Aslan！” said Trumpkin， cheerily but contemptuously. “What matters much more is that you wouldn‘t have me.”
“Do you believe in Aslan？” said Caspian to Nikabrik.
