First came the two slaves （deaf and dumb， as Aravis rightly guessed， and therefore used at the most secret councils） walking backwards and carrying the candles. They took up their stand one at each end of the sofa. This was a good thing， for of course it was now harder for anyone to see Aravis once a slave was in front of her and she was looking between his heels. Then came an old man， very fat， wearing a curious pointed cap by which she immediately knew that he was the Tisroc. The least of the jewels with which he was covered was worth more than all the clothes and weapons of the Narnian lords put together： but he wasso fat and such a mass of frills and pleats and bobbles and buttons and tassels and talismans that Aravis couldn’t help thinking the Narnian fashions （at any rate for men） looked nicer. After him came a tall young man with a feathered and jewelled turban on his head and an ivory.sheathed scimitar at his side. He seemed very excited and his eyes and teeth flashed fiercely in the candlelight. Last of all came a little hump.backed， wizened old man in whom she recognized with a shudder the new Grand Vizier and her own betrothed husband， Ahoshta Tarkaan himself.
