“The time is ripe，” said Glenstorm. “I watch the skies， Badger， for it is mine to watch， as it is yours to remember. Tarva and Alambil have met in the halls of high heaven， and on earth a son of Adam has once more arisen to rule and name the creatures. The hour has struck. Our council at the Dancing Lawn must be a council of war.” He spoke in such a voice that neither Caspian nor the others hesitated for a moment： it now seemed to them quite possible that they might win a war and quite certain that they must wage one. As it was now past the middle of the day， they rested with the Centaurs and ate such food as the centaurs provided.cakesof oaten meal， and apples， and herbs， and wine， and cheese.
