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ere fighting for our lives for the space of three hours and more？ I blew it when first I had a breathing space．”
“I’m not likely to forget it，”came the angry voice，“when my Dwarfs bore the brunt of the attack and one in five of them fell．”“That’s Nikabrik，”whispered Trumpkin．
“For shame，Dwarf，”came a thick voice “Trufflehunter’s，”said Trumpkin．“We all did as much as the Dwarfs and none more than the King．”
“Tell that tale your own way for all I care，”answered Nikabrik.“
But whether it was that the Horn was blown too late，or whether there was no magic in it，no help has come．You，you great clerk，you master magician，you know-all; are you still asking us to hang our hopes on Aslan and King Peter and all the rest of it？”
“I must confess—I cannot deny it—that I am deeply disappointed in the result of the operation，”came the answer.“That’ll be Doctor Cornelius，”said Trumpkin．
“To speak plainly，”said Nikabrik，“your wallet’s empty，your eggs addled，your f
