“I do wish we knew what is really inside there，” said Eustace. Emeth opened the door and went in， into the black mouth of the Stable. He closed the door behind him. Only a few moments passed.but it seemed longer.before the door opened again. A figure in Calormene armour reeled out， fell on its back， and lay still： the door closed behind it. The Captain leaped towards it and bent down to stare at its face. He gave a start of surprise. Then he recovered himselfand turned to the crowd， crying out：
“The rash boy has had his will. He has looked on Tash and is dead. Take warning， all of you.”
“We will， we will，” said the poor Beasts. But Tirian and his friends stared first at the dead Calormene and then at one another. For they， being so close， could see what the crowd， being further off and beyond the fire， could not see： this dead man was not Emeth. He was quite different： an older man， thicker and not so tall， with a big beard.
“Ho.ho.ho，” chuckled the Ape. “Any more？ Anyone else want to go in？ Well， as you’re all shy， I‘ll choose the next. You， you Boar！ On you come. Drive him up， Calormenes. He shall see Tashlan face to face.”