The slaver， whose name seemed to be Pug， bowed very low， and said in a wheedling kind of voice， “Yes， if it please your Lordship.”
“How much do you want for that boy？” asked the other， pointing to Caspian.
“Ah，” said Pug， “I knew your Lordship would pick on the best. No deceiving your Lordship with anything second. rate. That boy， now， I‘ve taken a fancy to him myself. Got kind of fond of him， I have. I’m that tender.hearted I didn‘t ever ought to have taken up this job. Still， to a customer like your Lordship.”
“Tell me your price， carrion，” said the Lord sternly. “Do you think I want to listen to the rigmarole of your filthy trade？”
“Three hundred crescents， my Lord to your honourable Lordship， but to anyone else.”
“I’ll give you a hundred and fifty.”
“Oh please， please，” broke in Lucy. “Don‘t separate us， whatever you do. You don’t know.” But then she stopped for she saw that Caspian didn‘t even now want to be known. “A hundred and fifty， then，” said the Lord. “As for you， little maiden， I am sorry I cannot buy you all. Unrope my boy， Pug. And look.treat these others well while they arein your hands or it’ll be the worse for you.”