“So do I,” said Trufflehunter. “But look behind you.”
“Crows and crockery！” muttered the Dwarf as soon as he had done so. “What are they? Huge people—beautiful people—like gods and goddess and giants. Hundreds and thousands of them, closing in behind us. What are they?”
“It’s the Dryads and Hamadryads and Silvans,” said Trufflehunter. “Aslan has waked them.”
“Humph！” said the Dwarf. “That’ll be very uful if the ery any treachery. But it won’t help the High King very much if Miraz proves handier with his sword.”
The Badger said nothing, for now Peter and Miraz were entering the lists from opposite ends, both on foot, both in shirts, with helmets and shields. They advaill they were clo together. Both bowed and emed to speak, but it was impossible to hear what they said. moment, the two swords flashed in the sunlight. For a d the clash could be heard but it was immediately drowned becau both armies began shouting like crowds at a football match.
“Well done, Peter, oh, well done！” shouted Edmund as he saw Miraz reel back a whole pad a half. “Follow it up, quick！” Aer did, and for a few ds it looked as if the fight might be won. But then Miraz pulled himlf together—began to make real u of his height a. “Miraz！ Miraz！ The King！ The King！” came the roar of the Telmarines. Caspian and Edmund grew white with siing ay.
“So do I,” said Trufflehunter. “But look behind you.”
“Crows and crockery！” muttered the Dwarf as soon as he had done so. “What are they? Huge people—beautiful people—like gods and goddess and giants. Hundreds and thousands of them, closing in behind us. What are they?”
“It’s the Dryads and Hamadryads and Silvans,” said Trufflehunter. “Aslan has waked them.”
“Humph！” said the Dwarf. “That’ll be very uful if the ery any treachery. But it won’t help the High King very much if Miraz proves handier with his sword.”
The Badger said nothing, for now Peter and Miraz were entering the lists from opposite ends, both on foot, both in shirts, with helmets and shields. They advaill they were clo together. Both bowed and emed to speak, but it was impossible to hear what they said. moment, the two swords flashed in the sunlight. For a d the clash could be heard but it was immediately drowned becau both armies began shouting like crowds at a football match.
“Well done, Peter, oh, well done！” shouted Edmund as he saw Miraz reel back a whole pad a half. “Follow it up, quick！” Aer did, and for a few ds it looked as if the fight might be won. But then Miraz pulled himlf together—began to make real u of his height a. “Miraz！ Miraz！ The King！ The King！” came the roar of the Telmarines. Caspian and Edmund grew white with siing ay.