“Oh， but there were battles and adventures in those days，” said Caspian. “Wonderful adventures. Once there was a White Witch and she made herself Queen of the whole country. And she made it so that it was always winter. And then two boys and two girls came from somewhere and so they killed the Witch and they were made Kings and Queens of Narnia， and their names were Peter and Susan and Edmund and Lucy. And so they reigned for ever so long and everyone had a lovely time， and it was all because of Aslan.” “Who‘s he？” said Miraz. And if Caspian had been a very little older， the tone of his uncle’s voice would have warnedhim that it would be wiser to shut up. But he babbled on： “Oh， don‘t you know？” he said. “Aslan is the great Lionwho comes from over the sea.”
“Who has been telling you all this nonsense？” said the King in a voice of thunder. Caspian was frightened and said nothing.
“Your Royal Highness，” said King Miraz， letting go of Caspian’s hand， which he had been holding till now， “I insist upon being answered. Look me in the face. Who has been telling you this pack of lies？”
“N.Nurse，” faltered Caspian， and burst into tears.