He flew upon the chief soldier like lightniace, who had drawn his sword when he saw the King draw his, rushed at the other one; his face was deadly pale, but I wouldn’t blame him for that.And he had the luck that beginners sometimes do have.He fot all that Tirian had tried to teach him that afternoon, slashed wildly（indeed I’m not sure his eyes weren’t shut）and suddenly found, to his ow surpri, that the ene lay dead at his feet.And though that was a great relief, it was, at the moment, rather frightening.The King’s fight lasted a d or two loheoo had killed his man and shouted to Eustace,“’Ware the other two.”
But the Dwarfs had ttled the two remaining ehere was no enemy left.
“Well struck, Eustace！”cried Tirian, clapping him on the baow, Dwarfs, you are free.Tomorrow I will lead you to free all Narnia.Three cheers for Aslan！”
But the result which followed was simply wretched.There was a feeble attempt from a few Dwarfs（about five）which died away all at once; from veral others there were sulky growls.Many said nothing at all.
“Don’t they uand?”said Jill impatiently.“What’s wrong with all you Dwarfs?Don’t you hear what the King says?It’s all over.The Ape isn’t going to rule Narnia any longer.Everyone go back to ordinary life.You have fun agai you glad?”
After a pau of nearly a minute a not very nice looking Dwarf with hair and beard as black as soot said：“And who might you be, Missie?”
“I’m Jill,”she said.“The same Jill who rescued King Rilian from the entment and this is Eustace who did it too—and we’ve e back from another world after hundreds of years.Aslan nt us.”
The Dwarfs all looked at one another with grins; sneering grins, not merry ones.
“Well,”said the Black Dwarf（who name was Griffle）,“I don’t know how all you chaps feel, but I feel I’ve heard as much about Aslan as I want to for the rest of my life.”
“That’s right, that’s right,”growled the other Dwarfs.“It’s all a plant, all a blooming plant.”
“What do you mean?”said Tirian.He had not been pale when he was fighting but he ale now.He had thought this was going to be a beautiful moment, but it was turning out more like a bad dream.