“Shasta.I mean Cor，” said Aravis. “No， shut up. There’s something I‘ve got to say at once. I’m sorry I‘ve been such a pig. But I did change before I knew you were a Prince， honestly I did： when you went back， and faced the Lion.”
“It wasn’t really going to kill you at all， that Lion，” said Cor.
“I know，” said Aravis， nodding. Both were still and solemn for a moment as each saw that the other knew about Aslan. Suddenly Aravis remembered Cor‘s bandaged hand. “I say！” she cried， “I forgot！ You’ve been in a battle. Is that awound？”
“A mere scratch，” said Cor， using for the first time a rather lordly tone. But a moment later he burst out laughing and said， “If you want to know the truth， it isn‘t a proper wound at all. I only took the skin off my knuckles just as any clumsy fool might do without going near a battle.”
“Still you were in the battle，” said Aravis. “It must have been wonderful.”
“It wasn’t at all like what I thought，” said Cor.
“But Sha.Cor， I mean.you haven‘t told me anything yet about King Lune and how he found out who you were.”
