"Are you Prince Corin?" said Shasta.

“你是王子科林吗？”沙斯塔说。

Corin! My son! And on foot, and in rags! What.

科林！我的儿子！而且步行，衣衫槛楼！什么。

But everyone, including Corin, could see that the King was very proud of him.

但包括科林在内，人人都看得出国王十分以他自豪。

"Where hast been, Corin?" said the lady, her hands still on Shasta's shoulders.

“你上哪儿去了，科林？”女士说道，她的双手还按在沙斯塔的肩膀上。

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.

他现在只是希望真正的王子科林迟迟不会到来，这样他就可以坐在船上被带到纳尼亚去了。

"No, " panted Shasta, shaking his head. "Not Prince Corin. I - I - know I'm like him… saw his Highness in Tashbaan… sent his greetings. "

“不，”沙斯塔摇晃着脑袋，气喘吁吁地说道，“不是科林王子。我——我——知道我长得跟他很像……我在塔什班看到过王子殿下……我带来王子的问候。”

He was still wondering what had happened to the others and how on earth he was going to escape and meet them at the Tombs, and what would happen when the real Corin turned up again.

他仍旧在想另外三个碰到了什么事，他自己究竟要怎样脱身，到古老坟场上去和他们相会，以及如果真正的科林重新出现，情况又会怎样变化。