Their next visit was to the Seven Brothers of Shuddering Wood. Trumpkin led the way back to the saddle and then down eastward on the northern slope of the mountains till they came to a very solemn place among rocks and fir trees. They went very quietly and presently Caspian could feel the ground shake under his feet as if someone were hammering down below. Trumpkin went to a flat stone about the size of the top of a water.butt， and stamped on it with his foot. After a long pause it was moved away by someone or something underneath， and there was a dark， round hole with a good deal of heat and steam coming out of it and in the middle of the hole the head of a Dwarf very like Trumpkin himself. There was a long talk here and the dwarf seemed more suspicious than the Squirrel or the Bulgy Bears had been， but in the end the whole party was invited to come down. Caspian found himself descending a dark stairway into the earth， but when he came to the bottom he saw firelight. It was the light of a furnace. The whole place was a smithy. A subterranean stream ran past on one side of it. Two Dwarfs were at the bellows， another was holding a piece of red.hot metal on the anvil with a pair of tongs， a fourth was hammering it， and two， wiping their horny littlehands on a greasy cloth， were coming forward to meet the visitors. It took some time to satisfy them that Caspian was a friend and not an enemy， but when they did， they all cried， “Long live the King，” and their gifts were noble.mail shirts and helmets and swords for Caspian and Trumpkin and Nikabrik. The Badger could have had the same if he had liked， but he said he was a beast， he was， and if his claws and teeth could not keep his skin whole， it wasn’t worth keeping. The workmanship of the arms was far finer than any Caspian had ever seen， and he gladly accepted the Dwarf.made sword instead of his own， which looked， in comparison， as feeble as a toy and as clumsy as a stick. The seven brothers （who were all Red Dwarfs） promised to come to the feast at Dancing Lawn.
