“Don‘t they understand？” said Jill impatiently. “What’srong with all you Dwarfs？ Don‘t you hear what the King ays？ It’s all over. The Ape isn‘t going to rule Narnia anylonger. Everyone can go back to ordinary life. You can have fun again. Aren’t you glad？”
After a pause of nearly a minute a not.very.nice.looking Dwarf with hair and beard as black as soot said： “And who might you be， Missie？”
“I‘m Jill，” she said. “The same Jill who rescued King Rilian from the enchantment.and this is Eustace who did it too.and we’ve come back from another world after hundreds of years. Aslan sent us.”
The Dwarfs all looked at one another with grins； sneering grins， not merry ones.
“Well，” said the Black Dwarf （whose name was Griffle）， “I don‘t know how all you chaps feel， but I feel I’ve heard as much about Aslan as I want to for the rest of my life.”
“That‘s right， that’s right，” growled the other Dwarfs. “It‘s all a plant， all a blooming plant.”
“What do you mean？” said Tirian. He had not been pale when he was fighting but he was pale now. He had thought this was going to be a beautiful moment， but it was turning out more like a bad dream.
