“Narnian， too， by the look of it，” said Caspian， as they all crowded round.
“I‘m sitting on something too，” said Lucy. “Something hard.” It turned out to be the remains of a mail.shirt. By this time everyone was on hands and knees， feeling in thehick heather in every direction. Their search revealed， one y one， a helmet， a dagger， and a few coins； not Calormen rescents but genuine Narnian “Lions” and “Trees” such as ou might see any day in the market place of Beaversdam or eruna.
“Looks as if this might be all that’s left of one of our even lords，” said Edmund.
“Just what I was thinking，” said Caspian. “I wonder hich it was. There‘s nothing on the dagger to show. And I onder how he died.”
“And how we are to avenge him，” added Reepicheep. Edmund， the only one of the party who had read several etective stories， had meanwhile been thinking.
“Look here，” he said， “there’s something very fishy about his. He can‘t have been killed in a fight.”
“Why not？” asked Caspian.
“No bones，” said Edmund. “An enemy might take the rmour and leave the body. But who ever heard of a chap ho’d won a fight carrying away the body and leaving the rmour？”