“I shall give it a drink，” said the first voice， presumablyTrufflehunter‘s. A dark shape approached the bed. Caspianfelt an arm slipped gently under his shoulders.if it was exactly an arm. The shape somehow seemed wrong. The face that bent towards him seemed wrong too. He got the impression that it was very hairy and very long nosed， and there were odd white patches on each side of it. “It’s a mask of some sort，” thought Caspian. “Or perhaps I‘m in a fever and imagining it all.” A cupful of something sweet and hot was set to his lips and he drank. At that moment one of the others poked the fire. A blaze sprang up and Caspian almost screamed with the shock as the sudden light revealed the face that was looking into his own. It was not a man’s face but a badger‘s， though larger and friendlier and more intelligent than the face of any badger he had seen before. And it had certainly been talking. He saw， too， that he was on a bed of heather， in a cave. By the fire sat two little bearded men， so much wilder and shorter and hairier and thicker than Doctor Cornelius that he knew them at once for real Dwarfs， ancient Dwarfs with not a drop of human blood in their veins. And Caspian knew that he had found the Old Narnians at last. Then his head began to swim again.
