“Now， now， now， now，” said the slaver. “Don‘t you start any jaw. The easier you take it， the pleasanter all round， see？ I don’t do this for fun. I‘ve got my living to make same as anyone else.”
“Where will you take us？” asked Lucy， getting the words out with some difficulty.
“Over to Narrowhaven，” said the slaver. “For market day tomorrow.” “Is there a British Consul there？” asked Eustace.
“Is there a which？” said the man.
But long before Eustace was tired of trying to explain， the slaver simply said， “Well， I’ve had enough of this jabber. The Mouse is a fair treat but this one would talk the hind leg off a donkey. Off we go， mates.”
Then the four human prisoners were roped together， not cruelly but securely， and made to march down to the shore. Reepicheep was carried. He had stopped biting on a threat of having his mouth tied up， but he had a great deal to say， and Lucy really wondered how any man could bear to have the things said to him which were said to the slave dealer by the Mouse. But the slave dealer， far from objecting， only said， “Go on” whenever Reepicheep paused for breath， occasionally adding， “It‘s as good as a play，” or， “Blimey， you can’t help almost thinking it knows what it‘s saying！” or， “Was it one of you what trained it？” This so infuriated Reepicheep that in the end the numberof things he thought of saying all at once nearly suffocated him and he became silent.
When they got down to the shore that looked towards Doorn they found a little village and a longboat on the beach and， lying a little further out， a dirty， bedraggled-looking ship.
“Now， youngsters，” said the slave dealer， “let’s have no fuss and thenyou‘ll have nothing to cry about. All aboard.”
At that moment a fine-looking bearded man came out of one of the houses （an inn， I think） and said：
“Well， Pug. More of your usual wares？”
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 Iwant 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 are in your hands or it‘ll be the worse for you.”
“Well！” said Pug. “Now who ever heard of a gentleman in my way of business who treated his stock better than what I do？ Well？ Why， I treat ’em like my own childen.”
“That‘s likely enough to be true，” said the other grimly.
The dreadful moment had now come. Caspian was untied and his new master said， “This way， lad，” and Lucy burst into tears and Edmund looked very blank. But Caspian looked over his shoulder and said， “Cheer up. I’m sure it will come all right in the end. So long.”
“Now， missie，” said Pug. “Don‘t you start taking on and spoiling your looks for the market tomorrow. You be a good girl and then you won’t have nothing to cry about， see？”
Then they were rowed out to the slave-ship and taken below into a long， rather dark place， none too clean， where they found many other unfortunate prisoners； for Pug was of course a pirate and had just returned from cruising among the islands and capturing what he could. The children didn‘t meet anyone whom they knew； the prisoners were mostly Galmians and Terebinthians. And there they sat in the straw and wondered what was happening to Caspian and tried to stop Eustace talking as if everyone except himself was to blame.
Meanwhile Caspian was having a much more interesting time. The man who had bought him led him down a little lane between two of the village houses and so out into an open place behind the village. Then he turned and faced him.
“You needn’t be afraid of me， boy，” he said. “I‘ll treat you well. I bought you for your face. You reminded me of someone.” ’“May I ask of whom， my Lord？” said Caspian.
“You remind me of my master， King Caspian of Narnia.” Then Caspian decided to risk everything on one stroke.
“My Lord，” he said， “I am your master. I am Caspian King of Narnia.”
“You make very free，” said the other. “How shall I know this is true？” “Firstly by my face，” said Caspian. “Secondly because I know within six guesses who you are. You are one of those seven lords of Narnia whom my Uncle Miraz sent to sea and whom I have come out to look for-Argoz， Bern， Octesian， Restimar， Mavramorn， or-or-I have forgotten the others. And finally， if your Lordship will give me a sword I will prove on any man‘s body in clean battle that I am Caspian， the son of Caspian， lawful King of Narnia， Lord of Cair Paravel， andEmperor of the Lone Islands.”
“By heaven，” exclaimed the man， “it is his father’s very voice and trick of speech. My liege-your Majesty-” And there in the field he knelt and kissed the King‘s hand.
“The moneys your Lordship disbursed for our person will be made good from our own treasury，” said Caspian.
“They’re not in Pug‘s purse yet， Sire，” said the Lord Bern， for he it was. “And never will be， I trust. I have moved his Sufficiency the Governor a hundred times to crush this vile traffic in man’s flesh.”
“My Lord Bern，” said Caspian， “we must talk of the state of these Island. But first what is your Lordship‘s own story？”