The_Complete_Chronicles_of_Narnia_(volumes_1-7,_in_order_of_publication)

"I knew he'd do it if he were properly chafed," said Glozelle. "But I'll not forget he called
me coward. It shall be paid for."
There was a great stirring at Aslan's How when the news came back and was
communicated to the various creatures. Edmund, with one of Miraz's captains, had
already marked out the place for the combat, and ropes and stakes had been put round it.
Two Telmarines were to stand at two of the corners, and one in the middle of one side, as
marshals of the lists. Three marshals for the other two corners and the other side were to
be furnished by the High King. Peter was just explaining to Caspian that he could not be
one, because his right to the throne was what they were fighting about, when suddenly a
thick, sleepy voice said, "Your Majesty, please." Peter turned and there stood the eldest
of the Bulgy Bears.
"If you please, your Majesty," he said, "I'm a bear, I am."
"To be sure, so you are, and a good bear too, I don't doubt," said Peter.
"Yes," said the Bear. "But it was always a right of the, bears to supply one marshal of the
lists."
"Don't let him," whispered Trumpkin to Peter. "He's a good creature, but he'll shame us
all. He'll go to sleep and he will suck his paws. In front of the enemy too."
"I can't help that," said Peter. "Because he's quite right. The Bears had that privilege. I
can't imagine how it has been remembered all these years, when so many other things
have been forgotten."
"Please, your Majesty," said the Bear.
"It is your right," said Peter. "And you shall be one of the marshals. But you must
remember not to suck your paws."
"Of course not," said the Bear in a very shocked voice.
"Why, you're doing it this minute!" bellowed Trumpkin.
The Bear whipped his paw out of his mouth and pretended he hadn't heard.
"Sire!" came a shrill voice from near the ground.
"Ah - Reepicheep!" said Peter after looking up and down and round as people usually did
when addressed by the Mouse.
"Sire," said Reepicheep. "My life is ever at your command, but my honour is my own.
Sire, I have among my people the only trumpeter in your Majesty's army. I had thought,