“Your Majesty is the mirror of honour，” said the Mouse with one of his admirable bows. “And on this matter we have but a single mind... I thought I heard someone laughing just now. If anyone present wishes to make me the subject of his wit， I am very much at his service.with my sword.whenever he has leisure.”
An awful silence followed this remark， which was broken by Peter saying， “Giant Wimble.weather and the Bear and the Centaur Glenstorm shall be our marshals. The combat will be at two hours after noon. Dinner at noon precisely.”
“I say，” said Edmund as they walked away， “I suppose it isall right. I mean， I suppose you can beat him？”
“That‘s what I’m fighting him to find out，” said Peter.
How All Were Very Busy