“Bethink you， Sire，” said Poggin， “that here we have the good wooden wall of the stable at our backs. If we advance， shall we not be encircled and get sword.points between our shoulders？”
“I would say as you do， Dwarf，” said Tirian. “Were it not their very plan to force us into the Stable？ The further we are from its deadly door， the better.”
“The King is right，” said Farsight. “Away from this accursed stable， and whatever goblin lives inside it， at all costs.”
“Yes， do let’s，” said Eustace. “I‘m coming to hate the very sight of it.”