chater thirteen the fight at anvard (第11/18页)
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l !"groaned the Hermit.,Poor, brave little fool. He knows nothing about this work. He s making no use at all of his shield.His whole side s exposed.He hasn t the faintest idea what to do with his sword. Oh, he s remembered it now. He s waving it wildly about- nearly cut his own pony s head off, and he will in a moment if he s not careful. It s been knocked out of his hand now. It s mere murder sending a child into the battle;he can't live five minutes. Duck you fool-oh, he s down."
"Killed ?" asked three voices breathlessly.
"How can I tell ?" said the Hermit."The Cats have done their work. All the riderless horses are dead or escaped now: no retreat for the Calormenes on them. Now the Cats are turning back into the main battle. They re leaping on the rams-men. The ram is down. Oh, good!good!The gates are opening from the inside: there s going to be a sortie. The first three are out. It s King Lune in the middle: the brothers Dar and Darrin on each side of him. Behind
