“We ought to have killed it at once， or else let it alone，” said a third voice. “We can‘t kill it now. Not after we’ve taken it in and bandaged its head and all. It would be murdering a guest.”
“Gentlemen，” said Caspian in a feeble voice， “whatever you do to me， I hope you will be kind to my poor horse.”
“Your horse had taken flight long before we found you，” said the first voice.a curiously husky， earthy voice， as Caspian now noticed.
“Now don‘t let it talk you round with its pretty words，” said the second voice. “I still say.”
“Horns and halibuts！” exclaimed the third voice. “Of course we’re not going to murder it. For shame， Nikabrik. What do you say， Trufflehunter？ What shall we do with it？”
