“Well， then，” said the Faun， “how would it be if your majesties bade the Prince to a great banquet to be held on board our own galleon， the Spendour Hyaline， tomorrow night？ And let the message be worded as graciously as the Queen can contrive without pledging her honour： so as to give the Prince a hope that she is weakening.”
“This is very good counsel， sire，” croaked the Raven.
“And then，” continued Tumnus excitedly， “everyone will expect us to be going down to the ship all day， making preparations for our guests. And let some of us go to the bazaars and spend every minim we have at the fruiterers and the sweetmeat sellers and the wine merchants， just as we would if we were really giving a feast. And let us order magicians and jugglers and dancing girls and flute players， all to be on board tomorrow night.”
“I see， I see，” said King Edmund， rubbing his hands.
“And then，” said Tumnus， “we‘ll all be on board tonight. And as soon as it is quite dark.”
“Up sails and out oars.！” said the King.
“And so to sea，” cried Tumnus， leaping up and beginningto dance.
“And our nose Northward，” said the first Dwarf.
“Running for home！ Hurrah for Narnia and the North！” said the other.
