“You can go on saying that till Miraz has fed us all to his dogs. As I was saying， we have tried one link in the chain of old legends， and it has done us no good. Well. But when your sword breaks， you draw your dagger. The stories tell of other powers beside the ancient Kings and Queens. How if we could call them up？”
“If you mean Aslan，” said Trufflehunter， “it’s all one calling on him and on the Kings. They were his servants. If he will not send them （but I make no doubt he will）， is he more likely to come himself ？”
“No. You‘re right there，” said Nikabrik. “Aslan and the Kings go together. Either Aslan is dead， or he is not on our side. Or else something stronger than himself keeps him back. And if he did come.how do we know he’d be our friend？ He was not always a good friend to Dwarfs by all that‘s told. Not even to all beasts. Ask the Wolves. And anyway， he was in Narnia only once that I ever heard of， and he didn’t stay long. You may drop Aslan out of the reckoning. I was thinking of someone else.”
There was no answer， and for a few minutes it was so still that Edmund could hear the wheezy and snuffling breath of the Badger.
“Who do you mean？” said Caspian at last.