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',beingmuchtaller, ', andallhisoldbattlescamebacktohim, , strokeafterstroketheygave, andSusan (whonevercouldlearntolikethissortofthing) shoutedout, “Oh, dobecareful.” Andthen, soquicklythatnoone (unlesstheyknew, asPeterdid) couldquiteseehowithappened, Edmundflashedhisswordroundwithapeculiartwist, theDwarf'sswordflewoutofhisgrip, andTrumpkinwaswringinghisemptyhandasyoudoaftera “sting” fromacricket-bat.

“Nothurt, Ihope, mydearlittlefriend?” saidEdmund, pantingalittleandreturninghisownswordtoitssheath.

“Iseethepoint,” saidTrumpkindrily.“YouknowatrickIneverlearned.”

“That'squitetrue,” putinPeter.“Thebestswordsmanintheworldmaybedisarmedbyatrickthat''? Therearenotricksinarchery, youknow.”

“Ah, you'rejokers, youare,” saidtheDwarf.“'tknowhowshecanshoot, , I'llhaveatry.” Hespokegruffly, buthiseyesbrightened, forhewasafamousbowmanamonghisownpeople.

Allfiveofthemcameoutintothecourtyard.

“What'stobethetarget?” askedPeter.

“Ithinkthatapplehangingoverthewallonthebranchtherewoulddo,” saidSusan.

“That'lldonicely, lass,” saidTrumpkin.“Youmeantheyellowonenearthemiddleofthearch?”

“No, notthat,” saidSusan.“Theredoneupabove—overthebattlement.”

TheDwarf'sfacefell.“Looksmorelikeacherrythananapple,” hemuttered, buthesaidnothingoutloud.

Theytossedupforfirstshot (greatlytotheinterestofTrumpkin, whohadneverseenacointossedbefore) .

, ; , withalittlesoftthumpwhichtheycouldallhearinthatquietplace, theapplefelltothegrasswithSusan'sarrowinit.

“Oh, welldone, Su,” shoutedtheotherchildren.