He did not care much for his uncle and aunt， but about twice a week his uncle would send for him and they would walk up and down together for half an hour on the terrace at the south side of the castle. One day， while they were doing this， the King said to him，“Well， boy， we must soon teach you to ride and use a sword. You know that your aunt and I have no children， so it looks as if you might have to be King when I’m gone. How shall you like that， eh？”
“I don‘t know， Uncle，” said Caspian.
“Don’t know， eh？” said Miraz. “Why， I should like to know what more anyone could wish for！”
“All the same， I do wish，” said Caspian. “What do you wish？” asked the King.
“I wish.I wish.I wish I could have lived in the Old Days，” said Caspian. （He was only a very little boy at the time.）Up till now King Miraz had been talking in the tiresome way that some grown.ups have， which makes it quite clear that they are not really interested in what you are saying， but now he suddenly gave Caspian a very sharp look.
“Eh？ What‘s that？” he said. “What old days do you mean？”
