The_Complete_Chronicles_of_Narnia_(volumes_1-7,_in_order_of_publication)

"Do you believe in Aslan?" said Caspian to Nikabrik.
"I'll believe in anyone or anything," said Nikabrik, "that'll batter these cursed Telmarine
barbarians to pieces or drive them out of Narnia. Anyone or anything, Aslan or the White
Witch, do you understand?"
"Silence, silence," said Trufflehunter. "You do not know what you are saying. She was a
worse enemy than Miraz and all his race."
"Not to Dwarfs, she wasn't," said Nikabrik.
Their next visit was a pleasanter one. As they came lower down, the mountains opened
out into a great glen or wooded gorge with a swift river running at the bottom. The open
places near the river's edge were a mass of foxgloves and wild roses and the air was
buzzing with bees. Here Trufflehunter called again, "Glenstorm! Glenstorm!" and after a
pause Caspian heard the sound of hoofs. It grew louder till the valley trembled and at last,
breaking and trampling the thickets, there came in sight the noblest creatures that Caspian
had yet seen, the great Centaur Glenstorm and his three sons. His flanks were glossy
chestnut and the beard that covered his broad chest was goldenred. He was a prophet and
a star-gazer and knew what they had come about.
"Long live the King," he cried. "I and my sons are ready for war. When is the battle to be
joined?"
Up till now neither Caspian nor the others had really been thinking of a war. They had
some vague idea, perhaps, of an occasional raid on some Human farmstead or of
attacking a party of hunters, if it ventured too far into these southern wilds. But, in the
main, they had thought only of living to themselves in woods and caves and building up
an attempt at Old Narnia in hiding. As soon as Glenstorm had spoken everyone felt much
more serious.
"Do you mean a real war to drive Miraz out of Narnia?" asked Caspian.
"What else?" said the Centaur. "Why else does your Majesty go clad in mail and girt with
sword?"
"Is it possible, Glenstorm?" said the Badger.
"The time is ripe," said Glenstorm. "I watch the skies, Badger, for it is mine to watch, as
it is yours to remember. Tarva and Alambil have met in the halls of high heaven, and on
earth a son of Adam has once more arisen to rule and name the creatures. The hour has
struck. Our council at the Dancing Lawn must be a council of war." He spoke in such a
voice that neither Caspian nor the others hesitated for a moment: it now seemed to them
quite possible that they might win a war and quite certain that they must wage one.