They did not try to comfort one another with words. It wasn’t very easy to think of anything to say that would be comforting. Tirian had never dreamed that one of the results of an Ape‘s setting up a false Aslan would be to stop people from believing in the real one. He had felt quite sure that the Dwarfs would rally to his side the moment he showed them how they had been deceived. And then next night he would have led them to Stable Hill and shown Puzzle to all the creatures and everyone would have turned against the Ape and， perhaps after a scuffle with the Calormenes， the whole thing would have been over. But now， it seemed， he could count on nothing. How many other Narnians might turn the same way as the Dwarfs？
“Somebody’s coming after us， I think，” said Puzzle suddenly.
They stopped and listened. Sure enough， there was a thump.thump of small feet behind them.
“Who goes there！” shouted the King.
“Only me， Sire，” came a voice. “Me， Poggin the Dwarf. I‘ve only just managed to get away from the others. I’m on your side， Sire； and on Aslan‘s. If you can put a Dwarfish sword in my fist， I’d gladly strike a blow on the right side before all‘s done.”
