The_Complete_Chronicles_of_Narnia_(volumes_1-7,_in_order_of_publication)

"And now we know what it feels like for the Jinn," said Edmund with a chuckle. "Golly!
It's a bit uncomfortable to know that we can be whistled for like that. It's worse than what
Father says about living at the mercy of the telephone."
"But we want to be here, don't we," said Lucy, "if Aslan wants us?"
"Meanwhile," said the Dwarf, "what are we to do? I suppose I'd better go back to King
Caspian and tell him no help has come."
"No help?" said Susan. "But it has worked. And here we are."
"Um - um - yes, to be sure. I see that," said the Dwarf, whose pipe seemed to be blocked
(at any rate he made himself very busy cleaning it). "But- well - I mean -"
"But don't you yet see who we are?" shouted Lucy. "You are stupid."
"I suppose you are the four children out of the old stories," said Trumpkin. "And I'm very
glad to meet you of course. And it's very interesting, no doubt. But - no offence?'- and he
hesitated again.
"Do get on and say whatever you're going to say," said Edmund.
"Well, then - no offence," said Trumpkin. "But, you know, the King and Trufflehunter
and Doctor Cornelius were expecting - well, if you see what I mean, help. To put it in
another way, I think they'd been imagining you as great warriors. As it is - we're awfully
fond of children and all that, but just at the moment, in the middle of a war but I'm sure
you understand."
"You mean you think we're no good," said Edmund, getting red in the face.
"Now pray don't be offended," interrupted the Dwarf. "I assure you, my dear little
friends-"
"Little from you is really a bit too much," said Edmund, jumping up. "I suppose you don't
believe we won the Battle of Beruna? Well, you can say what you like about me because
I know -"
"There's no good losing our tempers," said Peter. "Let's fit him out with fresh armour and
fit ourselves out from the treasure chamber, and have a talk after that."
"I don't quite see the point -" began Edmund, but Lucy whispered in his ear, "Hadn't we
better do what Peter says? He is the High King, you know. And I think he has an idea."
So Edmund agreed and by the aid of his torch they all, including Trumpkin, went down
the steps again into the dark coldness and dusty splendour of the treasure house.