CHAPTER TWELVE SORCERY AND SUDDEN VENGEANCE（第3/3页）
“Sorry，D．L．F．，”said Edmund．“Is that better？”
“Ow ！ No ！”bellowed Trumpkin．“You’re putting your boot in my mouth．Go away．”
“Is King Caspian anywhere？”asked Peter．
“I’m here，”said a rather faint voice．“Something bit me．”
They all heard the noise of someone striking a match．It was Edmund．The little flame showed his face，looking pale and dirty．He blundered about for a little，found the candle (they were no longer using the lamp，for they had run out of oil)，set it on the table，and lit it．When the flame rose clear，several people scrambled to their feet．Six faces blinked at one another in the candlelight．
“We don’t seem to have any enemies left，”said Peter．“There’s the Hag，dead．”(He turned his eyes quickly away from her．)“And Nikabrik，dead too．And I suppose this thing is a Were-wolf．It’s so long since I’ve seen one．Wolf’s head and man’s body．That means he was just turning from man into wolf at the moment he was killed．And you，I suppose，are King Caspian？”
“Yes，”said the other boy．“But I’ve no idea who you are．”
“It’s the High King，King Peter，”said Trumpkin．
“Your Majesty is very welcome，”said Caspian．
“And so is your Majesty，”said Peter．“I haven’t come to take your place，you know，but to put you into it．”
“Your Majesty，”said another voice at Peter’s elbow．He turned and found himself face to face with the Badger．Peter leaned forward，put his arms round the beast and kissed the furry head: it wasn’t a girlish thing for him to do，because he was the High King.
“Best of badgers，”he said．“You never doubted us all through．”
“No credit to me，your Majesty，”said Trufflehunter．“I’m a beast and we don’t change．I’m a badger，what’s more，and we hold on．”
“I am sorry for Nikabrik，”said Caspian，“though he hated me from the first moment he saw me．He had gone sour inside from long suffering and hating．If we had won quickly he might have become a good Dwarf in the days of peace．I don’t know which of us killed him．I’m glad of that．”
“You’re bleeding，”said Peter．
“Yes，I’m bitten，”said Caspian．“It was that—that wolf thing.”Cleaning and bandaging the wound took a long time，and when it was done Trumpkin said，“Now．Before everything else we want some breakfast．”
“But not here，”said Peter．
“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．