“A fig for the Tisroc，” said King Lune. “His strength is in numbers and numbers will never cross the desert. But I have no stomach for killing men （even traitors） in cold blood. To have cut his throat in the battle would have eased my heart mightily， but this is a different thing.”
“By my counsel，” said Lucy， “your Majesty shall give him another trial. Let him go free on strait promise of fair dealing in the future. It may be that he will keep his word.”
“Maybe Apes will grow honest， Sister，” said Edmund. “But， by the Lion， if he breaks it again， may it be in such time and place that any of us could swap off his head in clean battle.” “It shall be tried，” said the King： and then to one of theattendants， “Send for the prisoner， friend.”
Rabadash was brought before them in chains. To look at him anyone would have supposed that he had passed the night in a noisome dungeon without food or water； but in reality he had been shut up in quite a comfortable room and provided with an excellent supper. But as he was sulking far too furiously to touch the supper and had spent the whole night stamping and roaring and cursing， he naturally did not now look his best.