The_Complete_Chronicles_of_Narnia_(volumes_1-7,_in_order_of_publication)

"Oh, I do hope he won't listen to them," said Caspian.
"Not he," said Edmund. "You don't know him - Oh!" for Miraz had got in a blow at last,
on Peter's helmet. Peter staggered, slipped sideways, and fell on one knee. The roar of the
Telmarines rose like the noise of the sea. "Now, Miraz," they yelled. "Now. Quick!
Quick! Kill him." But indeed there was no need to egg the usurper on. He was on top of
Peter already. Edmund bit his lips till the blood came, as the sword flashed down on
Peter. It looked as if it would slash off his head. Thank heavens! It had glanced down his
right shoulder. The Dwarf-wrought mail was sound and did not break.
"Great Scott!" cried Edmund. "He's up again. Peter, go it, Peter."
"I couldn't see what happened," said the Doctor. "How did he do it?"
"Grabbed Miraz's arm as it came down," said Trumpkin, dancing with delight. "There's a
man for you! Uses his enemy's arm as a ladder. The High King! The High King! Up, Old
Narnia!"
"Look," said Trufflehunter. "Miraz is angry. It is good." They were certainly at it hammer
and tongs now: such a flurry of blows that it seemed impossible for either not to be killed.
As the excitement grew, the shouting almost died away. The spectators were holding
their breath. It was most horrible and most magnificent.
A great shout arose from the Old Narnians. Miraz was a down - not struck by Peter, but
face downwards, having tripped on a tussock. Peter stepped back, waiting for him to rise.
"Oh bother, bother, bother," said Edmund to himself. "Need he be as gentlemanly as all
that? I suppose he must. Comes of being a Knight and a High King. I suppose it is what
Aslan would like. But that brute will be up again in a minute and then -"
But "that brute" never rose. The Lords Glozelle and Sopespian had their own plans ready.
As soon as they saw their King down they leaped into the lists crying, "Treachery!
Treachery! The Narnian traitor has stabbed him in the back while he lay helpless. To
arms! To arms, Telmar!"
Peter hardly understood what was happening. He saw two big men running towards him
with drawn swords. Then the third Telmarine had leaped over the ropes on his; left. "To
arms, Narnia! Treachery!" Peter shouted. If all three had set upon him at once he would
never have spoken again. But Glozelle stopped to stab his own King dead where he lay:
"That's for your insult, this morning," he whispered as the blade went home. Peter swung
to face Sopespian, slashed his legs from under him and, with the back-cut of the same
stroke, walloped off his head Edmund was now at his side crying, "Narnia, Narnia! The
Lion!" The whole Telmarine army was rushing toward them. But now the Giant was
stamping forward, stooping low and swinging his club. The Centaurs charged. Twang,