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chater furteen hw all were very buy（第2页）
“It’snotexactlyawound，”Petersaid．“Igotthefullweightofhisshoulderonmyshield—likealoadofbricks—andtherimoftheshielddroveintomywrist．Idon’tthinkit’sbroken，butitmightbeasprain．IfyoucouldtieitupverytightIthinkIcouldmanage．”
Whiletheyweredoingthis，Edmundaskedanxiously．“Whatdoyouthinkofhim，Peter？”
“Tough，”saidPeter．Verytough．Ihaveachanceifcankeephimonthehoptillhisweightandshortwindcomeagainsthim—inthishotsuntoo．Totellthetruth，Ihaven’tmuchchanceelse．Givemyloveto—toeveryoneathome，Ed，ifhegetsme．Herehecomesintothelistsagain。Solong，oldchap．Good-bye，Doctor．AndIsay，Ed，saysomethingspeciallynicetoTrumpkin．He’sbeenabrick．
Edmundcouldn’tspeak．HewalkedbackwiththeDoctortohisownlineswithasickfeelinginhisstomach．
Butthenewboutwentwell．Peternowseemedtobeabletomakesomeuseofhisshield，andhecertainlymadegooduseofhisfeet．HewasalmostplayingTigwithMiraznow，keepingoutofrange，shiftinghisground，makingtheenemywork．
“Coward！”booedtheTelmarines．“Whydon’tyoustanduptohim？Don’tyoulikeit，eh？Thoughtyou’dcometofight，notdance．Yah！”
“Oh，Idohopehewon’tlistentothem，”saidCaspian．
“Nothe，”saidEdmund．“Youdon’tknowhim-Oh！”for-Mirazhadgotinablowatlast，onPeter’shelmet．Peterstaggered，slippedsideways，andfellononeknee．TheroaroftheTelmarinesroselikethenoiseofthesea．“Now，Miraz，”theyyelled．“Now．Quick！Quick！Killhim．”Butindeedtherewasnoneedtoeggtheusurperon．HewasontopofPeteralready。
Edmundbithislipstillthebloodcame，astheswordflasheddownonPeter．Itlookedasifitwouldslashoffhishead．Thankheavens！Ithadglanceddownhisrightshoulder．TheDwarf—wroughtmailwassoundanddidnotbreak．
“GreatScott！”criedEdmund．“He’supagain．Peter，goit，Peter．”
“Icouldn’tseewhathappened，”saidtheDoctor．“Howdidhedoit？”
“GrabbedMiraz’sarmasitcamedown，”saidTrumpkin，dancingwithdelight．“There’samanforyou！Useshisenemy’sarmasaladder．TheHighKing！TheHighKing！Up，OldNarnia！”
“Look，”saidTrufflehunter．“Mirazisangry．Itisgood．”Theywerecertainlyatithammerandtongsnow:suchaflurryofblowsthatitseemedimpossibleforeithernottobekilled．Astheexcitementgrew，theshoutingalmostdiedaway．Thespectatorswereholdingtheirbreath．Itwasmosthorribleandmostmagnificent．
AgreatshoutarosefromtheOldNarnians．Mirazwasadown—notstruckbyPeter，butfacedownwards，havingtrippedonatussock．Petersteppedback，waitingforhimtorise．
“Ohbother，bother，bother，”saidEdmundtohimself．“Needhebeasgentlemanlyasthat？Isupposehemust．ComesofbeingaKnightandaHighKing．IsupposeitiswhatAslanwouldlike．Butthatbrutewillbeupagaininaminuteandthen—”
But“thatbrute”neverrose．TheLordsGlozelleandSopespianhadtheirownplansready．AssoonastheysawtheirKingdowntheyleapedintothelistscrying，“Treachery！Treachery！TheNarniantraitorhasstabbedhiminthebackwhilehelayhelpless．Toarms！Toarms，Telmar！”
Peterhardlyunderstoodwhatwashappening．Hesawtwobigmenrunningtowardhimwithdrawnswords．ThenthethirdTelmarinehadleapedovertheropesonhisleft．“Toarms，Narnia！Treachery！”Petershouted．Ifallthreehadsetuponhimatoncehewouldneverhavespokenagain．ButGlozellestoppedtostabhisownKingdeadwherehelay:“That’sforyourinsult，thismorning，”hewhisperedasthebladewenthome．PeterswungtofaceSopespian，slashedhislegsfromunderhimand，withtheback-cutofthesamestroke，wallopedoffhisheadEdmundwasnowathissidecrying，“Narnia，Narnia！TheLion！”ThewholeTelmarinearmywasrushingtowardthem．ButnowtheGiantwasstampingforward，stoopinglowandswinginghisclub。TheCentaurscharged．Twang，twangbehindandhiss，hissoverheadcamethearcheryofDwarfs．Trumpkinwasfightingathisleft．Fullbattlewasjoined．
“Comeback，Reepicheep，youlittleass！”shoutedPeter．“You’llonlybekilled．Thisisnoplaceformice．”Buttheridiculouslittlecreaturesweredancinginandoutamongthefeetofbotharmies，jabbingwiththeirswords．ManyaTelmarinewarriorthatdayfelthisfootsuddenlypiercedasifbyadozenskewers，hoppedononelegcursingthepain，andfellasoftenasnot．Ifhefell，themicefinishedhimoff;ifhedidnot，someoneelsedid．
ButalmostbeforetheOldNarnianswerereallywarmedtotheirworktheyfoundtheenemygivingway．Tough-lookingwarriorsturnedwhite，gazedinterrornotontheOldNarniansbutonsomethingbehindthem，andthenflungdowntheirweapons，shrieking，“TheWood！TheWood！Theendoftheworld！”
Butsoonneithertheircriesnorthesoundofweaponscouldbeheardanymore，forbothweredrownedintheocean-likeroaroftheAwakenedTreesastheyplungedthroughtheranksofPeter’sarmy，andthenon，inpursuitoftheTelmarines．Haveyoueverstoodattheedgeofagreatwoodonahighridgewhenawildsouth-westerbrokeoveritinfullfuryonanautumnevening？Imaginethatsound．Andthenimaginethatthewood，insteadofbeingfixedtooneplace，wasrushingatyou;andwasnolongertreesbuthugepeople;yetstillliketreesbecausetheirlongarmswavedlikebranchesandtheirheadstossedandleavesfellroundtheminshowers．ItwaslikethatfortheTelmarines．ItwasalittlealarmingevenfortheNarnians．InafewminutesallMiraz’sfollowerswererunningdowntotheGreatRiverinthehopeofcrossingthebridgetothetownofBerunaandtheredefendingthemselvesbehindrampartsandclosedgates．
