The_Complete_Chronicles_of_Narnia_(volumes_1-7,_in_order_of_publication)

him, Puzzle, and use your hoofs. Hover and strike, Farsight. You Dogs, just behind us.
Go in among them after the sword-play has begun. Aslan to our aid!"
Eustace stood with his heart beating terribly, hoping and hoping that he would be brave.
He had never seen anything (though he had seen both a dragon and a seaserpent) that
made his blood run so cold as that line of dark-faced bright-eyed men. There were fifteen
Calormenes, a Talking Bull of Narnia, Slinkey the Fox, and Wraggle the Satyr. Then he
heard twang-and-zipp on his left and one Calormene fell: then twang-andzipp again and
the Satyr was down. "Oh, well done, daughter!" came Tirian's voice; and then the enemy
were upon them.
Eustace could never remember what happened in the next two minutes. It was all like a
dream (the sort you have when your temperature is over 100) until he heard Rishda
Tarkaan's voice calling out from the distance:
"Retire. Back hither and re-form."
Then Eustace came to his senses and saw the Calormenes scampering back to their
friends. But not all of them. Two lay dead, pierced by Jewel's horn, one by Tirian's
sword. The Fox lay dead at his own feet, and he wondered if it was he who had killed it.
The Bull also was down, shot through the eye by an arrow from Jill and gashed in his
side by the Boar's tusk. But our side had its losses too. Three dogs were killed and a
fourth was hobbling behind the line on three legs and whimpering. The Bear lay on the
ground, moving feebly. Then it mumbled in its throaty voice, bewildered to the last, "I - I
don't understand," laid its big head down on the grass as quietly as a child going to sleep,
and never moved again.
In fact, the first attack had failed. Eustace didn't seem able to be glad about it: he was so
terribly thirsty and his arm ached so.
As the defeated Calormenes went back to their commander, the Dwarfs began jeering at
them.
"Had enough, Darkies?" they yelled. "Don't you like it? Why doesn't your great Tarkaan
go and fight himself instead of sending you to be killed? Poor Darkies!"
"Dwarfs," cried Tirian. "Come here and use your swords, not your tongues. There is still
time. Dwarfs of Narnia! You can fight well, I know. Come back to your allegiance."
"Yah!" sneered the Dwarfs. "Not likely. You're just as big humbugs as the other lot. We
don't want any Kings. The Dwarfs are for the Dwarfs. Boo!"
Then the Drum began: not a Dwarf drum this time, but a big bull's hide Calormene drum.
The children from the very first hated the sound. Boom - boom - ba-ba-boom it went. But
they would have hated it far worse if they had known what it meant. Tirian did. It meant
that there were other Calormene troops somewhere near and that Rishda Tarkaan was