And so it went on. Every few minutes they were joined by other creatures， some from the branches overhead and some from little underground houses at their feet， till the party consisted of five rabbits， a squirrel， two magpies， a goat.foot faun， and a mouse， who all talked at the same time and all agreed with the Hedgehog. For the truth was that in that golden age when the Witch and the Winter had gone and Peter the High King ruled at Cair Paravel， the smaller woodland people of Narnia were so safe and happy that they were getting a little careless.
Presently， however， two more practical people arrived in the little wood. One was a Red Dwarf whose name appeared to be Duffle. The other was a stag， a beautiful lordly creature with wide liquid eyes， dappled flanks and legs so thin and graceful that they looked as if you could break them with two fingers.
“Lion alive！” roared the Dwarf as soon as he had heard the news. “And if that‘s so， why are we all standing still， chattering？ Enemies at Anvard！ News must be sent to Cair Paravel at once. The army must be called out. Narnia must go to the aid of King Lune.”