“O my father， be assured that he will not. For though the fancy of a woman has rejected this marriage， the High King Peter is a man of prudence and understanding who will in no way wish to lose the high honour and advantage of being allied to our House and seeing his nephew and grand nephew on the throne of Calormen.”
“He will not see that if I live for ever as is no doubt your wish，” said the Tisroc in an even drier voice than usual.
“And also， O my father and O the delight of my eyes，” said the Prince， after a moment of awkward silence， “we shall write letters as if from the Queen to say that she loves me and has no desire to return to Narnia. For it is well known that women are as changeable as weathercocks. And even if they do not wholly believe the letters， they will not dare to come to Tashbaan in arms to fetch her.”
“O enlightened Vizier，” said the Tisroc， “bestow your wisdom upon us concerning this strange proposal.”
