“They will be a small company，” said Rabadash， “and I will order ten of my men to disarm and bind him： restraining my vehement desire for his blood so that there shall be no deadly cause of war between you and the High King.”
“And how if the Splendour Hyaline is at Cair Paravel before you？”
“I do not look for that with these winds， O my father.”
“And lastly， O my resourceful son，” said the Tisroc， “you have made clear how all this might give you the barbarian woman， but not how it helps me to the over.throwing of Narnia.”
“O my father， can it have escaped you that though I and my horsemen will come and go through Narnia like an arrow from a bow， yet we shall have Anvard for ever？ And when you hold Anvard you sit in the very gate of Narnia， and your garrison in Anvard can be increased by little and little till it is a great host.”
“It is spoken with understanding and foresight. But how do I draw back my arm if all this miscarries？”
“You shall say that I， did it without your knowledge and against your will， and without your blessing， being constrained by the violence of my love and the impetuosity of youth.”
“And how if the High King then demands that we send back the barbarian woman， his sister？”