“No，” said Caspian with a shudder. “And we must send someone to take away the bodies.”
“Let the vermin be flung into a pit，” said Peter. “But the Dwarf we will give to his people to be buried in their own fashion.”
They breakfasted at last in another of the dark cellars of Aslan‘s How. It was not such a breakfast as they would have chosen， for Caspian and Cornelius were thinking of venison pasties， and Peter and Edmund of buttered eggs and hot coffee， but what everyone got was a little bit of cold bear. meat （out of the boys’ pockets）， a lump of hard cheese， an onion， and a mug of water. But， from the way they fell to， anyone would have supposed it was delicious.
The High King In Command
“Now，” said Peter， as they finished their meal， “Aslan and the girls （that‘s Queen Susan and Queen Lucy， Caspian） are somewhere close. We don’t know when he will act. In his time， no doubt， not ours. In the meantime he would like us to do what we can on our own. You say， Caspian， we are not strong enough to meet Miraz in pitched battle？”