“Preciouslittle,” saidEdmund.“.”
“Oh, whydidweletithappenatall?” saidCaspian.
, “Oh, ', .' TheyrandowntothelistsandPetercameoutsidetheropestomeetthem, hisfaceredandsweaty, hischestheaving.
“Isyourleftarmwounded?” askedEdmund.
“It'snotexactlyawound,” Petersaid.“Igottheweightofhisshoulderonmyshield—'tthinkit'sbroken, .”
Whiletheyweredoingthis, Edmundaskedanxiously.“Whatdoyouthinkofhim, Peter?”
“Tough,” saidPeter.“—, Ihaven'—toeveryoneathome, Ed, , -bye, , Ed, 'sbeenabrick.”
Edmundcouldn'.
, , keepingoutofrange, shiftinghisground, makingtheenemywork.
“Coward!” booedtheTelmarines.“Whydon'tyoustanduptohim? Don'tyoulikeit, eh? Thoughtyou'dcometofight, !”
“Oh, Idohopehewon'tlistentothem,” saidCaspian.
“Nothe,” saidEdmund.“Youdon'tknowhim—Oh!” forMirazhadgotinablowatlast, onPeter', slippedsideways, .“Now, Miraz,” theyyelled.“! Quick! Killhim.” , ! -wroughtmailwassoundanddidnotbreak.
“GreatScott!” criedEdmund.“He', goit, Peter.”
“Icouldn'tseewhathappened,” saidtheDoctor.“Howdidhedoit?”
“GrabbedMiraz'sarmasitcamedown,” saidTrumpkin, dancingwithdelight.“There'samanforyou! Useshisenemy'! TheHighKing! Up, OldNarnia!”
“Look,” saidTrufflehunter.“.” Theywerecertainlyatithammerandtongsnow: , .
—notstruckbyPeter, butfacedownwards, , waitingforhimtorise.
“Ohbother, bother, bother,” saidEdmundtohimself.“Needhebeasgentlemanlyasallthat? —”
But “thatbrute” , “Treachery! Treachery! ! Toarms, Telmar!”
