“Oh， I say nothing at all，” answered the Dwarf. “If you all go， of course， I‘ll go with you； and if your party splits up， I’ll go with the High King. That‘s my duty to him and King Caspian. But， if you ask my private opinion， I’m a plain dwarf who doesn‘t think there’s much chance of finding a road by night where you couldn‘t find one by day. And I have no use for magic lions which are talking lions and don’t talk， and friendly lions though they don‘t do us any good， and whopping big lions though nobody can see them. It’s all bilge and beanstalks as far as I can see.”
“He‘s beating his paw on the ground for us to hurry，” said Lucy. “We must go now. At least I must.”
“You’ve no right to try to force the rest of us like that. It‘s four to one and you’re the youngest，” said Susan.
“Oh， come on，” growled Edmund. “We‘ve got to go. There’ll be no peace till we do.” He fully intended to back Lucy up， but he was annoyed at losing his night‘s sleep and was making up for it by doing everything as sulkily as possible.
