“Andagoodmorningtoyou,”saidCaspian.“IstherestillaGovernoroftheLoneIslands?”
“Tobesurethereis,”saidtheman,“GovernorGumpas.HisSufficiencyisatNarrowhaven.Butyou’llstayanddrinkwithus.”
Caspianthankedhim,thoughneitherhenortheothersmuchlikedthelookoftheirnewacquaintance,andallofthemsatdown.Buthardlyhadtheyraisedtheircupstotheirlipswhentheblack-hairedmannoddedtohiscompanionsand,asquickaslightning,allthefivevisitorsfoundthemselveswrappedinstrongarms.Therewasamoment’sstrugglebutalltheadvantageswereononeside,andsooneveryonewasdisarmedandhadtheirhandstiedbehindtheirbacks—exceptReepicheep,writhinginhiscaptor’sgripandbitingfuriously.
“Carefulwiththatbeast,Tacks,”saidtheLeader.“Don’tdamagehim.He’llfetchthebestpriceofthelot,Ishouldn’twonder.”
“Coward!Poltroon!”squeakedReepicheep.“Givememyswordandfreemypawsifyoudare.”
“Whew!”whistledtheslavemerchant(forthatiswhathewas)。“Itcantalk!WellIneverdid.BlowedifItakelessthantwohundredcrescentsforhim.”TheCalormencrescent,whichisthechiefcoininthoseparts,isworthaboutathirdofapound.
“Sothat’swhatyouare,”saidCaspian.“Akidnapperandslaver.Ihopeyou’reproudofit.”
“Now,now,now,now,”saidtheslaver.“Don’tyoustartanyjaw.Theeasieryoutakeit,thepleasanterallround,see?Idon’tdothisforfun.I’vegotmylivingtomakesameasanyoneelse.”
“Wherewillyoutakeus?”askedLucy,gettingthewordsoutwithsomedifficulty.
“OvertoNarrowhaven,”saidtheslaver.“Formarketdaytomorrow.”
“IsthereaBritishConsulthere?”askedEustace.
“Isthereawhich?”saidtheman.
ButlongbeforeEustacewastiredoftryingtoexplain,theslaversimplysaid,“Well,I’vehadenoughofthisjabber.TheMouseisafairtreatbutthisonewouldtalkthehindlegoffadonkey.Offwego,mates.”
Thenthefourhumanprisonerswereropedtogether,notcruellybutsecurely,andmadetomarchdowntotheshore.Reepicheepwascarried.Hehadstoppedbitingonathreatofhavinghismouthtiedup,buthehadagreatdealtosay,andLucyreallywonderedhowanymancouldbeartohavethethingssaidtohimwhichweresaidtotheslavedealerbytheMouse.Buttheslavedealer,farfromobjecting,onlysaid“Goon”wheneverReepicheeppausedforbreath,occasionallyadding,“It’sasgoodasaplay,”or,“Blimey,youcan’thelpalmostthinkingitknowswhatit’ssaying!”or“Wasitoneofyouwhattrainedit?”ThissoinfuriatedReepicheepthatintheendthenumberofthingshethoughtofsayingallatoncenearlysuffocatedhimandhebecamesilent.
WhentheygotdowntotheshorethatlookedtowardsDoorntheyfoundalittlevillageandalong-boatonthebeachand,lyingalittlefurtherout,adirtybedraggledlookingship.
“Now,youngsters,”saidtheslavedealer,“let’shavenofussandthenyou’llhavenothingtocryabout.Allaboard.”
Atthatmomentafine-lookingbeardedmancameoutofoneofthehouses(aninn,Ithink)andsaid:
“Well,Pug.Moreofyourusualwares?”
Theslaver,whosenameseemedtobePug,bowedverylow,andsaidinawheedlingkindofvoice,“Yes,pleaseyourLordship.”
“Howmuchdoyouwantforthatboy?”askedtheother,pointingtoCaspian.
“Ah,”saidPug,“IknewyourLordshipwouldpickonthebest.NodeceivingyourLordshipwithanythingsecondrate.Thatboy,now,I’vetakenafancytohimmyself.Gotkindoffondofhim,Ihave.I’mthattender-heartedIdidn’teveroughttohavetakenupthisjob.Still,toacustomerlikeyourLordship—”
“Tellmeyourprice,carrion,”saidtheLordsternly.“DoyouthinkIwanttolistentotherigmaroleofyourfilthytrade?”
“Threehundredcrescents,myLord,toyourhonourableLordship,buttoanyoneelse—”
“I’llgiveyouahundredandfifty.”
“Ohplease,please,”brokeinLucy.“Don’tseparateus,whateveryoudo.Youdon’tknow—”ButthenshestoppedforshesawthatCaspiandidn’tevennowwanttobeknown.
“Ahundredandfifty,then,”saidtheLord.“Asforyou,littlemaiden,IamsorryIcannotbuyyouall.Unropemyboy,Pug.Andlook—treattheseotherswellwhiletheyareinyourhandsorit’llbetheworseforyou.”
“Well!”saidPug.“NowwhoeverheardofagentlemaninmywayofbusinesswhotreatedhisstockbetterthanwhatIdo?Well?Why,Itreat’emlikemyownchilden.”
“That’slikelyenoughtobetrue,”saidtheothergrimly.