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t Tirian with his face as stern as stone，said，“Stand fast，Jewel. If you must weep，sweetheart this was to Jill，turn your face aside and see you wet not your bow-string. And peace， Eustace. Do not scold，like a kitchen-girl. No warrior scolds. Courteous words or else hard knocks are his only language.”
But the Dwarfs jeered back at Eustace.“That was a surprise for you，little boy，eh ？ Thought we were on your side，did you ？ No fear. We don’t want any Talking Horses. We don’t want you to win any more than the other gang. You can’t take us in. The Dwarfs are for the Dwarfs.”
Rishda Tarkaan was still talking to his men，doubtless making arrangements for the next attack and probably wishing he had sent his whole force into the first. The drum boomed on. Then，to their horror，Tirian and his friends heard，far fainter as if from a long way off，an answering drum. Another body of Calormenes had heard Rishda’s signal and were coming to support him. You would not have known from Tirian’s f
