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rowd，being further off and beyond the fire，could not see：this dead man was not Emeth. He was quite different：an older man，thicker and not so tall，with a big beard．
“Ho-ho-ho，”chuckled the Ape.“Any more ？ Anyone else want to go in ？Well，as you’re all shy，I’ll choose the next. You， you Boar! On you come. Drive him up，Calormenes. He shall see Tashlan face to face.”
“O-o-mph，”grunted the Boar，rising heavily to his feet.“Come on，then. Try my tusks.”
When Tirian saw that brave Beast getting ready to fight for its life-and Calormene soldiers beginning to close in on it with their drawn scimitars-and no one going to its help-something seemed to burst inside him. He no longer cared if this was the best moment to interfere or not．
“Swords out，”he whispered to the others.“Arrow on string. Follow.”
Next moment the astonished Narnians saw seven figures leap forth in front of the stable，four of them in shining mail. The King’s sword flashed in the firelight as he w
