“Ah，” said Griffle with a broad smile. “So you say. They’ve aught you your stuff all right. Saying your lessons， ain‘t ou？”
“Churl，” cried Tirian， “will you give a lady the lie to her ery face？”
“You keep a civil tongue in your head， Mister，” replied the warf. “I don’t think we want any more Kings.if you are irian， which you don‘t look like him.no more than we ant any Aslans. We’re going to look after ourselves from ow on and touch our caps to nobody. See？”
“That‘s right，” said the other Dwarfs. “We’re on our own ow. No more Aslan， no more Kings， no more silly stories bout other worlds. The Dwarfs are for the Dwarfs.” And hey began to fall into their places and to get ready for arching back to wherever they had come from.
“Little beasts！” said Eustace. “Aren‘t you even going to sayhank you for being saved from the salt.mines？”
“Oh， we know all about that，” said Griffle over hishoulder. “You wanted to make use of us， that’s why you escued us. You‘re playing some game of your own. Come n you chaps.”
And the Dwarfs struck up the queer little marching song hich goes with the drumbeat， and off they tramped into he darkness.
