“You’d like to come and see them， wouldn‘t you？” said Lucy， kissing Aravis. They liked each other at once and soon went away together to talk about Aravis’s bedroom and Aravis‘s boudoir and about getting clothes for her， and all the sort of things girls do talk about on such an occasion.
After lunch， which they had on the terrace （it was cold birds and cold game pie and wine and bread and cheese）， King Lune ruffled up his brow and heaved a sigh and said， “Heigh.ho！ We have still that sorry creature Rabadash on our hands， my friends， and must needs resolve what to do with him.”
Lucy was sitting on the King’s right and Aravis on his left. King Edmund sat at one end of the table and the Lord Darrin faced him at the other. Dar and Peridan and Cor and Corin were on the same side as the King.
“Your Majesty would have a perfect right to strike off his head，” said Peridan. “Such an assault as he made puts him on a level with assassins.”
“It is very true，” said Edmund. “But even a traitor may mend. I have known one that did.” And he looked very thoughtful.
“To kill this Rabadash would go near to raising war with the Tisroc，” said Darrin.