SORCERYANDSUDDENVENGEANCEMEANWHILETrumpkinawoboysarrivedatthedarklittlestonearchwaywhichledintotheiheMound,andtwosentinelbadgers(thewhitepatchesontheircheekswereallEdmundcouldseeofthem)leapedupwithbaredteethandaskedtheminsnarlingvoices,"Whogoesthere?”

    "Trumpkin,"saidtheDwarf.&quingtheHighKingofNarniaoutofthefarpast.”

    Thebadgersheboyshands."Atlast,"theysaid."Atlast.”

    "Giveusalight,friends,"saidTrumpkin.

    ThebadgersfoundatorchjustiheardPeterlititandhaoTrumpkin.

    "TheD.L.F.hadbetterlead,"hesaid."Wedontknowourwayaboutthisplace.”

    Trumpkintookthetordwentaheadintothedarktuwasacold,black,mustyplace,withanoccasionalbatflutteringiorchlight,ayofcobwebs.Theboys,whohadbeenmostlyintheopenairsimattherailwaystatioasiftheyweregoingintoatraporaprison.

    "Isay,Peter,"whisperedEdmund."Lookatthosecarvingsonthewalls.Donttheylookold?Awereolderthanthat.erelasthere,theyhadntbeenmade.”

    "Yes,"saidPeter."Thatmakesohink.”

    TheDwarfwentonaheadaurheright,aheleft,andthendoweps,aheleftagailasttheysawalightahead-lightfromunderadoor.Andnowforthefirsttimetheyheardvoices,fortheyhadetothedoor

    ofthetralchamber.Thevoisidewereangryones.SomeoalkingsoloudlythattheapproachoftheboysandtheDwarfhadnotbeenheard.

    "Dontlikethesoundofthat,"whisperedTrumpkier."Letslistenforamoment.”

    Allthreestoodperfectlystillosideofthedoor.

    "Youknowwe