“Me， Sire？” came the donkey‘s voice. “I’m sure I‘m very orry if I’ve done wrong. The Ape said Aslan wanted me to ress up like that. And I thought he‘d know. I’m not clever ke him. I only did what I was told. It wasn‘t any fun for me ving in that stable. I don’t even know what‘s been going on utside. He never let me out except for a minute or two at ight. Some days they forgot to give me any water too.” “Sire，” said Jewel. “Those Dwarfs are coming nearer and earer. Do we want to meet them？”
Tirian thought for a moment and then suddenly gave great laugh out loud. Then he spoke， not this time in a hisper.
“By the Lion，” he said， “I am growing slow witted！ Meet hem？ Certainly we will meet them. We will meet anyone ow. We have this Ass to show them. Let them see the hing they have feared and bowed to. We can show them he truth of the Ape’s vile plot. His secret‘s out. The tide’s urned. Tomorrow we shall hang that Ape on the highest ree in Narnia. No more whispering and skulking and isguises. Where are these honest Dwarfs？ We have good ews for them.”