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“Oh no，your Honour. Not we. It’s only salamanders live in the fire itself.”
“What kind of beast is your salamander ？”asked the Prince.
“It is hard to tell their kind，your Honour,”said Golg. “For they are too white-hot to look at. But they are most like small dragons. They speak to us out of the fire. They are wonderfully clever with their tongues：very witty and eloquent.”
Jill glanced hastily at Eustace. She had felt sure that he would like the idea of sliding down that chasm even less than she did. Her heart sank as she saw that his face was quite changed. He looked much more like the Prince than like the old Scrubb at Experiment House. For all his adventures，and the days when he had sailed with King Caspian，were coming back to him.
“Your Highness,”he said. “If my old friend Reepicheep the Mouse were here，he would say we could not now refuse the adventures of Bism without a great impeachment to our honour.”
“Down there,”said Golg，“I cou
