He flew upon the chief soldier like lightning. Eustace， ho had drawn his sword when he saw the King draw is， rushed at the other one： his face was deadly pale， but wouldn’t blame him for that. And he had the luck that eginners sometimes do have. He forgot all that Tirian had ied to teach him that afternoon， slashed wildly （indeed I‘m ot sure his eyes weren’t shut） and suddenly found， to his wn great surprise， that the Calormene lay dead at his feet. nd though that was a great relief， it was， at the moment， ather frightening. The King‘s fight lasted a second or wo longer： then he too had killed his man and shouted to ustace， “ ’Ware the other two.”
But the Dwarfs had settled the two remaining Calormenes. here was no enemy left.
“Well struck， Eustace！” cried Tirian， clapping him on the ack. “Now， Dwarfs， you are free. Tomorrow I will lead you o free all Narnia. Three cheers for Aslan！”
But the result which followed was simply wretched. There as a feeble attempt from a few Dwarfs （about five） which ied away all at once： from several others there were sulky rowls. Many said nothing at all.
