When they had come round into open sea on the east of the island， the Dwarf took to fishing. They had an excellent catch of pavenders， a beautiful rainbow.coloured fish which they all remembered eating in Cair Paravel in the old days.
When they had caught enough they ran the boat up into a little creek and moored her to a tree. The Dwarf， who was a most capable person （and， indeed， though one meets bad Dwarfs， I never heard of a Dwarf who was a fool）， cut the fish open， cleaned them， and said：
“Now， what we want next is some firewood.” “We‘ve got some up at the castle，” said Edmund.
The Dwarf gave a low whistle. “Beards and bedsteads！” he said. “So there really is a castle， after all？”
“It’s only a ruin，” said Lucy.
The Dwarf stared round at all four of them with a very curious expression on his face. “And who on earth.？” he began， but then broke off and said， “No matter. Breakfast first. But one thing before we go on. Can you lay your hand on your hearts and tell me I‘m really alive？ Are you sure I wasn’t drowned and we‘re not all ghosts together？”