Then Rabadash rolled his eyes and spread out his mouth into a horrible， long mirthless grin like a shark， and wagged his ears up and down （anyone can learn how to do this if they take the trouble）. He had always found this very effective in Calormen. The bravest had trembled when he made these faces， and ordinary people had fallen to the floor， and sensitive people had often fainted. But what Rabadash hadn’t realized is that it is very easy to frighten people who know you can have them boiled alive the moment you give the word. The grimaces didn‘t look at all alarming in Archenland； indeed Lucy only thought Rabadash was going to be sick.
“Demon！ Demon！ Demon！” shrieked the Prince. “I know you. You are the foul fiend of Narnia. You are the enemy of the gods. Learn who I am， horrible phantasm. I am descended from Tash， the inexorable， the irresistible. the curse of Tash is upon you. Lightning in the shape of scorpions shall be rained on you. The mountains of Narnia shall be ground into dust. The.”
“Have a care， Rabadash，” said Aslan quietly. “The doom is nearer now： it is at the door： it has lifted the latch.”
