The_Complete_Chronicles_of_Narnia_(volumes_1-7,_in_order_of_publication)

"No, there wasn't," said Trumpkin. "Don't tell me. I know when I am fairly beaten. I
won't even say that the scar of my last wound catches me a bit when I get my arm well
back -"
"Oh, are you wounded?" asked Lucy. "Do let me look."
"It's not a sight for little girls," began Trumpkin, but then he suddenly checked himself.
"There I go talking like a fool again," he said "I suppose you're as likely to be a great
surgeon as your brother was to be a great swordsman or your sister to be a great archer."
He sat down on the steps and took off his hauberk and slipped down his little shirt,
showing an arm hairy and muscular (in proportion) as a sailor's though not much bigger
than a child's. There was a clumsy bandage on the shoulder which Lucy proceeded to
unroll. Underneath, the cut looked very nasty and there was a good deal of swelling. "Oh,
poor Trumpkin," said Lucy. "How horrid." Then she carefully dripped on to it one single
drop of the cordial from her flask.
"Hullo. Eh? What have you done?" said Trumpkin. But however he turned his head and
squinted and whisked his beard to and fro, he couldn't quite see his own shoulder. Then
he felt it as well as he could, getting his arms and fingers into very difficult positions as
you do when you're trying to scratch a place that is just out of reach. Then he swung his
arm and raised it and tried the muscles, and finally jumped to his feet crying, "Giants and
junipers! It's cured! It's as good as new." After that he burst into a great laugh and said,
"Well, I've made as big a fool of myself as ever a Dwarf did. No offence, I hope? My
humble duty to your Majesties all -humble duty. And thanks for my life, my cure, my
breakfast - and my lesson."
The children all said it was quite all right and not to mention it.
"And now," said Peter, "if you've really decided to believe in us-"
"I have," said the Dwarf.
"It's quite clear what we have to do. We must join King Caspian at once."
"The sooner the better," said Trumpkin. "My being such a fool has already wasted about
an hour."
"It's about two days' journey, the way you came," said Peter. "For us, I mean. We can't
walk all day and night like you Dwarfs." Then he turned to the others. "What Trumpkin
calls Aslan's How is obviously the Stone Table itself. You remember it was about half a
day's march, or a little less, from there down to the Fords of Beruna -"
"Beruna's Bridge, we call it," said Trumpkin.