“Earth.man，” said Tirian， “she is the Queen Lucy， sent ither by Aslan out of the deep past. And it is for her ake alone that I， Tirian your lawful King， do not cut all our heads from your shoulders， proved and twice.proved aitors that you are.”
“Well， if that doesn‘t beat everything！” exclaimed Diggle. How can you go on talking all that rot？ Your wonderful Lion idn’t come and help you， did he？ Thought not. And now. ven now.when you‘ve been beaten and shoved into this lack hole， just the same as the rest of us， you’re still at your ld game. Starting a new lie！ Trying to make us believe we‘re one of us shut up， and it ain’t dark， and heaven knows what.“ “There is no black hole， save in your own fancy， fool，” ried Tirian. “Come out of it.” And， leaning forward， he aught Diggle by the belt and the hood and swung him ght out of the circle of Dwarfs. But the moment Tirian ut him down， Diggle darted back to his place among the thers， rubbing his nose and howling：
“Ow！ Ow！ What d‘you do that for！ Banging my face gainst the wall. You’ve nearly broken my nose.”