The_Complete_Chronicles_of_Narnia_(volumes_1-7,_in_order_of_publication)

"The High King has pricked him in the arm-pit," said Caspian, still clapping. "Just where
the arm-hole of the hauberk let the point through. First blood.'
"It's looking ugly again now, though," said Edmund. "Peter's not using his shield
properly. He must be hurt in the left arm."
It was only too true. Everyone could see that Peter's shield hung limp. The shouting of
the Telmarines redoubled.
"You've seen more battles than I," said Caspian. "Is there any chance now?"
"Precious little," said Edmund. "I suppose he might just do it. With luck."
"Oh, why did we let it happen at all?" said Caspian.
Suddenly all the shouting on both sides died down. Edmund was puzzled for a moment.
Then he said, "Oh, I see. They've both agreed to a rest. Come on, Doctor. You and I may
be able to do something for the High King.' They ran down to the lists and Peter came
outside the ropes to meet them, his face red and sweaty, his chest heaving.
"Is your left arm wounded?" asked Edmund.
"It's not exactly a wound," Peter said. "I got the weight of his shoulder on my shield - like
a load of bricks and the rim of the shield drove into my wrist. I don't think it's broken, but
it might be a sprain. If you could tie it up very tight I think I could manage."
While they were doing this, Edmund asked anxiously. "What do you think of him,
Peter?"
"Tough," said Peter. "Very tough. I have a chance if can keep him on the hop till his
weight and short wind come against him - in this hot sun too. To tell the truth, I haven't
much chance else. Give my love to - to everyone at home, Ed, if he gets me. Here he
comes into the lists again
So long, old chap. Good-bye, Doctor. And I say, Ed, say something specially nice to
Trumpkin. He's been a brick."
Edmund couldn't speak. He walked back with the Doctor to his own lines with a sick
feeling in his stomach.
But the new bout went well. Peter now seemed to be able to make some use of his shield,
and he certainly made good use of his feet. He was almost playing Tig with Miraz now,
keeping out of range, shifting his ground, making the enemy work.
"Coward!" booed the Telmarines. "Why don't you stand up to him? Don't you like it, eh?
Thought you'd come to fight, not dance. Yah!"