it went.But they would have hated it far wor if they had known what it meant.Tirian did.It meant that there were other eroops somewhere near and that Rishda Tarkaan was calling them to his aid.Tirian and Jewel looked at one another sadly.They had just begun to hope that they might win that night, but it would be all over with them if new enemies appeared. went the horrible drum.Then another sound began to mix with it.“Listen！”said Jewel; and then“Look！”said Farsight.A moment later there was no doubt what it was.With a thunder of hoofs, with tossing heads, widened nostrils, and waving manes, over a score of Talking Hors of Narnia came charging up the hill.The gnawers and nibblers had doheir work. , then rush to join Jill at the white rock, where we shall have prote behind us and breathe awhile.Now, be off, Jill.” Eustace could never remember what happened in the wo mi was all like a dream（the sort you have when your temperature is over 100）until he heard Rishda Tarkaan’s voice calling out from the distance：
“Retire.Back hither and re-form.”
Theace came to his ns and saw the enes scampering back to their friends.But not all of them.Two lay dead, pierced by Jewel’s horn, one by Tirian’s sword.The Fox lay dead at his ow, and he wondered if it was he who had killed it.The Bull also was down, shot through the eye by an arrow from Jill and gashed in his side by the Boar’s tusk.But our side had its loss too.Three dogs were killed and a fourth was hobbling behind the line on three legs and whimpering.The Bear lay on the ground, moving feebly.Then it mumbled in its throaty voice, bewildered to the last,“I—I don’t—uand,”laid its big head down on the grass as quietly as a child going to sleep, and never moved again.
In fact, the first attack had failed.Eustace didn’t em able to be glad about it：he was so terribly thirsty and his arm ached so.
it went.But they would have hated it far wor if they had known what it meant.Tirian did.It meant that there were other eroops somewhere near and that Rishda Tarkaan was calling them to his aid.Tirian and Jewel looked at one another sadly.They had just begun to hope that they might win that night, but it would be all over with them if new enemies appeared. went the horrible drum.Then another sound began to mix with it.“Listen！”said Jewel; and then“Look！”said Farsight.A moment later there was no doubt what it was.With a thunder of hoofs, with tossing heads, widened nostrils, and waving manes, over a score of Talking Hors of Narnia came charging up the hill.The gnawers and nibblers had doheir work. , then rush to join Jill at the white rock, where we shall have prote behind us and breathe awhile.Now, be off, Jill.” As the defeated enes went back to their ahe Dwarfs began jeering at them.
“Had enough, Darkies?”they yelled.“Don’t you like it?Why doesn’t yreat Tarkaan go and fight himlf instead of nding you to be killed?Poor Darkies！”
“Dwarfs,”cried Tirian.“e here and u your swords, not your tohere is still time.Dwarfs of Narnia！You fight well, I know.e back to your allegiance.”
“Yah！”she Dwarfs.“Not likely.You’re just as big humbugs as the other lot.We don’t want any Kings.The Dwarfs are for the Dwarfs.Boo！”
Then the Drum began：not a Dwarf drum this time, but a big bull’s hide ene drum.The children from the very first hated the sound.
Boom—boom—ba-ba-boom
Tirian gazed despairingly round.Several Narnians were standing with the enes, whether through treachery or in ho fear of“Tashlan.”Others were sitting still, staring, not likely to joiher side.But there were fewer animals now：the crowd was much smaller.Clearly, veral of them had just crept quietly away during the fighting.