Like most days when you are alone and waiting for something this day seemed about a hundred hours long. He had plenty to think of， of course， but sitting alone， just thinking， is pretty slow. He thought a good deal about the Narnians and especially about Corin. He wondered what had happened when they discovered that the boy who had been lying on the sofa and hearing all their secret plans wasn’t really Corin at all. It was very unpleasant to think of all those nice people imagining him a traitor.
