You know how sad your own dog‘s face can look ometimes. Think of that and then think of all the faces of hose Talking Beasts.all those honest， humble， bewildered irds， bears， badgers， rabbits， moles， and mice.all far adder than that. Ever y tail was down， ever y whisker rooped. It would have broken your heart with very pity to ee their faces. There was only one who did not look at all nhappy.
It was a ginger cat.a great big Tom in the prime of life. who sat bolt upright with his tail curled round his toes， in the very front row of all the Beasts. He had been staring hard at the Ape and the Calormene captain all the time and had never once blinked his eyes.
“Excuse me，” said the Cat very politely， “but this interests me. Does your friend from Calormen say the same？”
“Assuredly，” said the Calormene. “The enlight.ened Ape. Man， I mean.is in the right. Aslan means neither less nor more than Tash.”
“Especially， Aslan means no more than Tash？” suggested the Cat.
“No more at all，” said the Calormene， looking the Cat straight in the face.
“Is that good enough for you， Ginger？” said the Ape.
