This was worse. The Ape was knocked head over heels by Ginger coming back out of the stable at top speed. If you had not known he was a cat， you might have thought he was a ginger-coloured streak of lightning. He shot across the open grass， back into the crowd. No one wants to meet a cat in that state. You could see animals getting out of his way to left and right. He dashed up a tree， whisked around， and hung head downwards. His tail was bristled out till it was nearly asthick as his whole body： his eyes were like saucers of green fire： along his back every single hair stood on end.
“I‘d give my beard，” whispered Poggin， “to know whether that brute is only acting or whether it has really found something in there that frightened it！”
“Peace， friend，” said Tirian， for the Captain and the Ape were also whispering and he wanted to hear what they said. He did not succeed， except that he heard the Ape once more whimpering “My head， my head，” but he got the idea that those two were almost as puzzled by the cat’s behaviour as himself.
“Now， Ginger，” said the Captain. “Enough of that noise. Tell them what thou hast seen.”
“Aii-Aii-Aaow-Awah，” screamed the Cat.
“Art thou not called a Talking Beast？” said the Captain. “Then hold thy devilish noise and talk.”
What followed was rather horrible. Tirian felt quite certain （and so did the others） that the Cat was trying to say something： but nothing came out of its mouth except the ordinary， ugly cat-noises you might hear from any angry or frightened old Tom in a backyard in England. And the longer he caterwauled the less like a Talking Beast he looked. Uneasy whimperings and little sharp squeals broke out from among the other Animals.
“Look， look！” said the voice of the Bear. “It can‘t talk. It has forgotten how to talk！ It has gone back to being a dumb beast. Look at its face.”
Everyone saw that it was true. And then the greatest terror of all fell upon those Narnians. For every one of them had been taught- when it was only a chick or a puppy or a cub-how Aslan at the beginning of the world had turned the beasts of Narnia into Talking Beasts and warned them that if they weren’t good they might one day be turned back again and be like the poor witless animals one meets in other countries. “And now it is coming upon us，” they moaned.
“Mercy！ Mercy！” wailed the Beasts. “Spare us， Lord Shift， stand between us and Aslan， you must always go in and speak to him for us. We daren‘t， we daren’t.”
Ginger disappeared further up into the tree. No one ever saw him again.
Tirian stood with his hand on his sword-hilt and his head bowed. He was dazed with the horrors of that night. Sometimes he thought it would be best to draw his sword at once and rush upon the Calormenes： then next moment he thought it would be better to wait and see what new turn affairs might take. And now a new turn came.
“My Father，” came a clear， ringing voice from the left of the crowd. Tirian knew at once that it was one of the Calormenes speaking， for in the Tisroc‘s army the common soldiers call the officers “My Master”
but the officers call their senior officers “My Father”. Jill and Eustace didn’t know this but， after looking this way and that， they saw the speaker， for of course people at the sides of the crowd were easier to see than people in the middle where the glare of the fire made all beyond it look rather black. He was young and tall and slender， and even rather beautiful in the dark， haughty， Calormene way.
“My Father，” he said to the Captain， “I also desire to go in.”
“Peace， Emeth，” said the Captain， “Who called thee to counsel？ Does it become a boy to speak？”
“My Father，” said Emeth. “Truly I am younger than thou， yet I also am of the blood of the Tarkaans even as thou art， and I also am the servant of Tash. Therefor .”
“Silence，” said Rishda Tarkaan. “Am not I thy Captain？ Thou hast nothing to do with this stable. It is for the Narnians.”
“Nay， my Father，” answered Emeth. “Thou hast said that their Aslan and our Tash are all one. And if that is the truth， then Tash himself is in yonder. And how then sayest thou that I have nothing to do with Him？ For gladly would I die a thousand deaths if I might look once on the face of Tash.”
“Thou art a fool and understandest nothing，” said Rishda Tarkaan. “These be high matters.”
Emeth‘s face grew sterner. “Is it then not true that Tash and Aslan are all one？” he asked. “Has the Ape lied to us？”
“Of course they’re all one，” said the Ape. “Swear it， Ape，” said Emeth.
“Oh dear！” whimpered Shift， “I wish you‘d all stop bothering me. My head does ache. Yes， yes， I swear it.”
“Then， my Father，” said Emeth， “I am utterly determined to go in.” “Fool，” began Rishda Tarkaan， but at once the Dwarfs beganshouting： “Come along， Darkie. Why don’t you let him in？ Why do you let Narnians in and keep your own people out？ What have you got in there that you don‘t want your own men to meet？”
Tirian and his friends could only see the back of Rishda Tarkaan， so they never knew what his face looked like as he shrugged his shouldersand said， “Bear witness all that I am guiltless of this young fool’s blood. Get thee in， rash boy， and make haste.”
Then， just as Ginger had done， Emeth came walking forward into the open strip of grass between the bonfire and the stable. His eyes were shining， his face very solemn， his hand was on his sword-hilt， and he carried his head high. Jill felt like crying when she looked at his face. And Jewel whispered in the King‘s ear， “By the Lion’s Mane， I almost love this young warrior， Calormene though he be. He is worthy of a better god than Tash.”
“I do wish we knew what is really inside there，” said Eustace.
Emeth opened the door and went in， into the black mouth of the Stable. He closed the door behind him. Only a few moments passed-but it seemed longer-before the door opened again. A figure in Calormene armour reeled out， fell on its back， and lay still： the door closed behind it. The Captain leaped towards it and bent down to stare at its face. He gave a start of surprise. Then he recovered himself and turned to the crowd， crying out：
“The rash boy has had his will. He has looked on Tash and is dead. Take warning， all of you.”