Everyone ducked and pulled his helmet well over his nose. The Dogs crouched behind. But though a few arrows came their way it soon became clear that they were not being shot at. Griffle and his Dwarfs were at their archery again. This time they were coolly shooting at the Calormenes.
“Keep it up， boys！” came Griffle‘s voice. “All together. Carefully. We don’t want Darkies any more than we want Monkeys.or Lions.or Kings. The Dwarfs are for the Dwarfs.”
Whatever else you may say about Dwarfs， no one can ay they aren‘t brave. They could easily have got away to ome safe place. They preferred to stay and kill as many of oth sides as they could， except when both sides were kind nough to save them trouble by killing one another. They anted Narnia for their own.
What perhaps they had not taken into account was that he Calormenes were mail.clad and the Horses had had o protection. Also the Calormenes had a leader. Rishda arkaan’s voice cried out：
“Thirty of you keep watch on those fools by the white ock. The rest， after me， that we may teach these Sons of arth a lesson.”
