What the Dwarfs saw， now that they could see it close， was certainly enough to make them wonder how they had ever been taken in. The lion.skin had got pretty untidy already during Puzzle’s long imprisonment in the stable and it had been knocked crooked during his journey through the dark wood. Most of it was in a big lump on one shoulder. The head， besides being pushed sideways， had somehow gotery far back so that anyone could now see his silly， gentle， onkeyish face gazing out of it. Some grass stuck out of ne corner of his mouth， for he‘d been doing a little quiet ibbling as they brought him along. And he was muttering， It wasn’t my fault， I‘m not clever. I never said I was.“For one second all the Dwarfs were staring at Puzzle ith wide open mouths and then one of the soldiers said harply， “Are you mad， my Master？ What are you doing to he slaves？” and the other said， “And who are you？” Neither f their spears was at the salute now.both were down and eady for action.
“Give the password，” said the chief soldier.
“This is my password，” said the King as he drew his word. “The light is dawning， the lie broken. Now guard hee， miscreant， for I am Tirian of Narnia.”
