The King flung himself astride of his old friend who turned and galloped away. He changed direction twice or thrice as soon as they were out of sight of their enemies， crossed a stream， and shouted without slackening his pace， “Whither away， Sire？ To Cair Paravel？”
“Hold hard， friend，” said Tirian. “Let me off.” He slid offthe Unicorn’s back and faced him.
“Jewel，” said the King. “We have done a dreadful deed.” “We were sorely provoked，” said Jewel.
“But to leap on them unawares.without defying them. while they were unarmed.faugh！ We are two murderers， Jewel. I am dishonoured for ever.”
Jewel drooped his head. He too was ashamed.
“And then，” said the King， “the Horse said it was by Aslan‘s orders. The Rat said the same. They all say Aslan is here. How if it were true？”
“But， Sire， how could Aslan be commanding such dreadful things？”
“He is not a tame lion，” said Tirian. “How should we now what he would do？ We， who are murderers. Jewel， will go back. I will give up my sword and put myself in he hands of these Calormenes and ask that they bring me efore Aslan. Let him do justice on me.”
“You will go to your death， then，” said Jewel.
