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But he noticed that the king-like one who sat at the old man’s right never moved though he turned pale except that he clenched his hand very tight. Then he said：
“Speak，if you’re not a phantom or a dream. You have a Narnian look about you and we are the seven friends of Narnia.”
Tirian was longing to speak，and he tried to cry out aloud that he was Tirian of Narnia，in great need of help. But he found as I have sometimes found in dreams too that his voice made no noise at all．
The one who had already spoken to him rose to his feet.“Shadow or spirit or whatever you are，”he said，fixing his eyes full upon Tirian.“If you are from Narnia，I charge you in the name of Aslan，speak to me. I am Peter the High King.”
The room began to swim before Tirian’s eyes. He heard the voices of those seven people all speaking at once，and all getting fainter every second，and they were saying things like，“Look! It’s fading.”“It’s melting away.”“It’s vanishing.”Next moment he was wide
