THEPEOPLETHATLIVEDINHIDINGhehappiesttimesthatCaspianhadeverknown.OnafinesummermwhenthedewlayonthegrasshesetoffwiththeBadgerawoDwarfs,upthroughtheforesttoahighsaddleinthemountainsanddownontotheirsunnysouthernslopeswhereonelookedacrossthegreenwoldsofArland.

    "WewillgofirsttotheThreeBulgyBears,"saidTrumpkin.

    Theycameinagladetoanoldhollowoaktreecoveredwithmoss,andTrufflehuappedwithhispawthreetimesorunkandtherewasnoaheappedagainandawoollysortofvoiinsidesaid,"Goaway.Itsnottimetogetupyet.”

    Butwheappedthethirdtimetherewasanoiselikeasmallearthquakefrominsideandasortofdooropenedandoutcamethreebrownbears,verybulgyindeedandblinkingtheirlittleeyes.Andwhehinghadbeenexplaihem(whichtookalongtimebecausetheyweresosleepy)theysaid,justasTrufflehunterhadsaid,thatasonofAdamoughttobeKingofNarniaandallkissedCaspian-verywet,snufflykissestheywere-andofferedhimsomehoney.Caspiandidnotreallywanthoney,withoutbread,atthattimeinthem,buthethoughtitpolitetoaccept.Ittookhimalongtimeafterwardstogetunsticky.

    AfterthattheywentontilltheycameamongtallbeechtreesandTrufflehuntercalledout,"Pattertwig!Pattertwig!Pattertwig!"andalmostatonce,boundingdownfrombranchtobranchtillhewasjustabovetheirheads,camethemostmagnifitredsquirrelthatCaspianhadeverseen.Hewasfarbiggerthantheordinarydumbsquirrelswhichhehadsometimesseenilegardens;indeedhewasnearlythesizeofaterrierandthemomentyoulookedinhisfaceyousawthathecouldtalk.Ihedifficultywastogethimtostoptalking,for,likeallsquirre