The_Complete_Chronicles_of_Narnia_(volumes_1-7,_in_order_of_publication)

It was a fine meal after the Calormene fashion. I don't know whether you would have
liked it or not, but Shasta did. There were lobsters, and salad, and snipe stuffed with
almonds and truffles, and a complicated dish made of chickenlivers and rice and raisins
and nuts, and there were cool melons and gooseberry fools and mulberry fools, and every
kind of nice thing that can be made with ice. There was also a little flagon of the sort of
wine that is called "white" though it is really yellow.
While Shasta was eating, the good little Faun, who thought he was still dazed with
sunstroke, kept talking to him about the fine times he would have when they all got
home; about his good old father King Lune of Archenland and the little castle where he
lived on the southern slopes of the pass. "And don't forget," said Mr Tumnus, "that you
are promised your first suit of armour and your first war horse on your next birthday. And
then your Highness will begin to learn how to tilt and joust. And in a few years, if all
goes well, King Peter has promised your royal father that he himself will make you
Knight at Cair Paravel. And in the meantime there will be plenty of comings and goings
between Narnia and Archenland across the neck of the mountains. And of course you
remember you have promised to come for a whole week to stay with me for the Summer
Festival, and there'll be bonfires and all-night dances of Fauns and Dryads in the heart of
the woods and, who knows?-we might see Aslan himself!"
When the meal was over the Faun told Shasta to stay quietly where he was. "And it
wouldn't do you any harm to have a little sleep," he added. "I'll call you in plenty of time
to get on board. And then, Home. Narnia and the North!"
Shasta had so enjoyed his dinner and all the things Tumnus had been telling him that
when he was left alone his thoughts took a different turn. He only hoped now that the real
Prince Corin would not turn up until it was too late and that he would be taken away to
Narnia by ship. I am afraid he did not think at all of what might happen to the real Corin
when he was left behind in Tashbaan. He was a little worried about Aravis and Bree
waiting for him at the Tombs. But then he said to himself, "Well, how can I help it?" and,
"Anyway, that Aravis thinks she's too good to go about with me, so she can jolly well go
alone," and at the same time he couldn't help feeling that it would be much nicer going to
Narnia by sea than toiling across the desert.
When he had thought all this he did what I expect you would have done if you had been
up very early and had a long walk and a great deal of excitement and then a very good
meal, and were lying on a sofa in a cool room with no noise in it except when a bee came
buzzing in through the wide open windows. He fell asleep.
What woke him was a loud crash. He jumped up off the sofa, staring. He saw at once
from the mere look of the room - the lights and shadows all looked different - that he
must have slept for several hours. He saw also what had made the crash: a costly
porcelain vase which had been standing on the window-sill lay on -the floor broken into
about thirty pieces. But he hardly noticed all these things. What he did notice was two
hands gripping the window-sill from outside. They gripped harder and harder (getting