“I am the cause of all this，” said Susan， bursting into tears. “Oh， if only I had never left Cair Paravel. Our last happy day was before those ambassadors came from Calormen. The Moles were planting an orchard for us . . . oh . . . oh.” And she buried her face in her hands and sobbed.
“Courage， Su， courage，” said Edmund. “Remember.but what is the matter with you， Master Tumnus？” For the Faun was holding both his horns with his hands as if he were trying to keep his head on by them and writhing to and fro as if he had a pain in his inside.
“Don‘t speak to me， don’t speak to me，” said Tumnus. “I‘m thinking. I’m thinking so that I can hardly breathe. Wait， wait， do wait.”
There was a moment‘s puzzled silence and then the Faun looked up， drew a long breath， mopped its forehead and said：
“The only difficulty is how to get down to our ship.with some stores， too.without being seen and stopped.”
“Yes，” said a Dwarf dr yly. “Just as the beggar’s onlydifficulty about riding is that he has no horse.”
“Wait， wait，” said Mr Tumnus impatiently. “All we need is some pretext for going down to our ship today and taking stuff on board.”
“Yes，” said King Edmund doubtfully.