The_Complete_Chronicles_of_Narnia_(volumes_1-7,_in_order_of_publication)

"So you see," she wound up, "you did see an old friend, just as Aslan said, and you ought
to have gone and spoken to him at once. And now you haven't, and everything is going
wrong from the very beginning."
"But how was I to know?" said Scrubb.
"If you'd only listened to me when I tried to tell you, we'd be all right," said Jill.
"Yes, and if you hadn't played the fool on the edge of that cliff and jolly nearly murdered
me - all right, I said murder, and I'll say it again as often as I like, so keep your hair on -
we'd have come together and both known what to do."
"I suppose he was the first person you saw?" said Jill. "You must have been here hours
before me. Are you sure you didn't see anyone else first?"
"I was only here about a minute before you," said Scrubb. "He must have blown you
quicker than me. Making up for lost time: the time you lost."
"Don't be a perfect beast, Scrubb," said Jill. "Hallo! What's that?"
It was the castle bell ringing for supper, and thus what looked like turning into a first-rate
quarrel was happily cut short. Both had a good appetite by this time.
Supper in the great hall of the castle was the most splendid thing either of them had ever
seen; for though Eustace had been in that world before, he had spent his whole visit at sea
and knew nothing of the glory and courtesy of the Narnians at home in their own land.
The banners hung from the roof, and each course came in with trumpeters and
kettledrums. There were soups that would make your mouth water to think of, and the
lovely fishes called pavenders, and venison and peacock and pies, and ices and jellies and
fruit and nuts, and all manner of wines and fruit drinks. Even Eustace cheered up and
admitted that it was "something like". And when all the serious eating and drinking was
over, a blind poet came forward and struck up the grand old tale of Prince Cor and Aravis
and the horse Bree, which is called The Horse and his Boy and tells of an adventure that
happened in Narnia and Calormen and the lands between, in the Golden Age when Peter
was High King in Cair Paravel. (I haven't time to tell it now, though it is well worth
hearing.)
When they were dragging themselves upstairs to bed, yawning their heads off, Jill said, "I
bet we sleep well, tonight"; for it had been a full day. Which just shows how little anyone
knows what is going to happen to them next.
CHAPTER FOUR