“For export， your Majesty. Sell ‘em to Calormen mostly； and e have other markets. We are a great centre of the trade.”
“In other words，” said Caspian， “you don’t need them. Tell me what purpose they serve except to put money into the pockets of such as Pug？”
“Your Majesty‘s tender years，” said Gumpas， with what was meant to be a fatherly smile， “hardly make it possible that you should understand the economic problem involved. I have statistics， I have graphs， I have.”
“Tender as my years may be，” said Caspian， “I believe I understand the slave trade from within quite as well as your Sufficiency. And I do not see that it brings into the islands meat or bread or beer or wine or timber or cabbages or books or instruments of music or horses or armour or anything else worth having. But whether it does or not， it must be stopped.”
“But that would be putting the clock back，” gasped the governor. “Have you no idea of progress， of development？”
“I have seen them both in an egg，” said Caspian. “We call it ’Going Bad‘ in Narnia. This trade must stop.”
“I can take no responsibility for any such measure，” said Gumpas.