The_Complete_Chronicles_of_Narnia_(volumes_1-7,_in_order_of_publication)

But when at last the two lines met he had really very littler idea of what happened. There
was a frightful confusion`; and an appalling noise. His sword was knocked clean out of
his hand pretty soon. And he'd got the reins tangled somehow. Then he found himself
slipping. Then a spear came straight at him and as he ducked to avoid it he rolled right off
his horse, bashed his left knuckles terribly against someone else's armour, and then - But
it is no use trying to describe the battle from Shasta's point of view; he understood too
little of the fight in general and even of his own part in it. The best way I can tell you
what really happened is to take you some miles away to where the Hermit of the Southern
March sat gazing into the smooth pool beneath the spreading tree, with Bree and Hwin
and Aravis beside him.
For it was in this pool that the Hermit looked when he wanted to know what was going
on in the world outside the green walls of his hermitage. There, as in a mirror, he could
see, at certain times, what was going on in the streets of cities far farther south than
Tashbaan, or what ships were putting into Redhaven in the remote Seven Isles, or what
robbers or wild beasts stirred in the great Western forests between Lantern Waste and
Telmar. And all this day he had hardly left his pool, even to eat or drink, for he knew that
great events were on foot in Archenland. Aravis and the Horses gazed into it too. They
could see it was a magic pool: instead of reflecting the tree and the sky it revealed cloudy
and coloured shapes moving, always moving, in its depths. But they could see nothing
clearly. The Hermit could and from time to time he told them what he saw. A little while
before Shasta rode into his first battle, the Hermit had begun speaking like this:
"I see one - two - three eagles wheeling in the gap by Stormness Head. One is the oldest
of all the eagles. He would not be out unless battle was at hand. I see him wheel to and
fro, peering down sometimes at Anvard and sometimes to the east, behind Stormness. Ah
- I see now what Rabadash and his men have been so busy at all day. They have felled
and lopped a great tree and they are now coming out of the woods carrying it as a ram.
They have learned something from the failure of last night's assult. He would have been
wiser if he had set his men to making ladders: but it takes too long and he is impatient.
Fool that he is! He ought to have ridden back to Tashbaan as soon as the first attack
failed, for his whole plan depended on speed and surprise. Now they are bringing their
ram into position. King Lune's men are shooting hard from the walls. Five Calormenes
have fallen: but not many will. They have their shields above their heads. Rabadash is
giving his orders now. With him are his most trusted lords, fierce Tarkaans from the
eastern provinces. I can see their faces. There is Corradin of Castle Tormunt, and Azrooh,
and Chlamash, and Ilgamuth of the twisted lip, and a tall Tarkaan with a crimson beard -"
"By the Mane, my old master Anradin!" said Bree.
"S-s-sly" said Aravis.
"Now the ram has started. If I could hear as well as see, what a noise that would make!
Stroke after stroke: and no gate can stand it for ever. But wait! Something up by
Stormness has scared the birds. They're coming out in masses. And wait again . . . I can't
see yet . . . ah! Now I can. The whole ridge, up on the east, is black with horsemen. If