The_Complete_Chronicles_of_Narnia_(volumes_1-7,_in_order_of_publication)

The Dwarf's eyes glistened as he saw the wealth that lay on the shelves (though he had to
stand on tiptoes to do so) and he muttered to himself, "It would never do to let Nikabrik
see this; never." They found easily enough a mail shirt for him, a sword, a helmet, a
shield, a bow and quiverful of arrows, all of dwarfish size. The helmet was of copper, set
with rubies, and there was gold on the hilt of the sword: Trumpkin had never seen, much
less carried, so much wealth in all his life. The children also put on mail shirts and
helmets; a sword and shield were found for Edmund and a bow for Lucy - Peter and
Susan were of course already carrying their gifts. As they came back up the stairway,
jingling in their mail, and already looking and feeling more like Narnians and less like
schoolchildren, the two boys were behind, apparently making some plan. Lucy heard
Edmund say, "No, let me do it. It will be more of a sucks for him if I win, and less of a
let-down for us all if I fail."
"All right, Ed," said Peter.
When they came out into the daylight Edmund turned to the Dwarf very politely and said,
"I've got something to ask you. Kids like us don't often have the chance of meeting a
great warrior like you. Would you have a little fencing match with me? It would be
frightfully decent."
"But, lad," said Trumpkin, "these swords are sharp."
"I know," said Edmund. "But I'll never get anywhere near you and you'll be quite clever
enough to disarm me without doing me any damage."
"It's a dangerous game," said Trumpkin. "But since you make such a point of it, I'll try a
pass or two."
Both swords were out in a moment and the three others jumped off the dais and stood
watching. It was well worth it. It was not like the silly fighting you see with broad swords
on the stage. It was not even like the rapier fighting which you sometimes see rather
better done. This was real broad-sword fighting. The great thing is to slash at your
enemy's legs and feet because they are the part that have no armour. And when he slashes
at yours you jump with both feet off the ground so that his blow goes under them. This
gave the Dwarf an advantage because Edmund, being much taller, had to be always
stooping. I don't think Edmund would have had a chance if he had fought Trumpkin
twenty-four hours earlier. But the air of Narnia had been working upon him ever since
they arrived on the island, and all his old battles came back to him, and his arms and
fingers remembered their old skill. He was King Edmund once more. Round and round
the two combatants circled, stroke after stroke they gave, and Susan (who never could
learn to like this sort of thing) shouted out, "Oh, do be careful." And then, so quickly that
no one (unless they knew, as Peter did) could quite see how it happened, Edmund flashed
his sword round with a peculiar twist, the Dwarf's sword flew out of his grip, and
Trumpkin was wringing his empty hand as you do after a "sting" from a cricket-bat.