But when the meal came everyone felt it had been worth aiting for， and there were second helpings all round. When everyone had eaten as much as he could， the three umans and the Dwarf came and sat on the doorstep， theour.footed ones lay down facing them， the Dwarf （with ermission both from Jill and from Tirian） lit his pipe， andthe King said： “Now， friend Poggin， you have more news of the enemy， belike， than we. Tell us all you know. And first， what tale do they tell of my escape？”
“As cunning a tale， Sire， as ever was devised，” said Poggin. “It was the Cat， Ginger， who told it， and most likely made it up too. This Ginger， Sire.oh， he’s a slyboots if ever a cat was.said he was walking past the tree to which those villains bound your Majesty. And he said （saving your reverence） that you were howling and swearing and cursing Aslan： ‘language I wouldn’t like to repeat‘ were the words he used， looking ever so prim and proper.you know the way a Cat can when it pleases. And then， says Ginger， Aslan himself suddenly appeared in a flash of lightning and swallowed your Majesty up at one mouthful.