They tossed up for first shot （greatly to the interest of Trumpkin， who had never seen a coin tossed before） and Susan lost. They were to shoot from the top of the steps that led from the hall into the courtyard. Everyone could see from the way the Dwarf took his position and handled his bow that he knew what he was about.
Twang went the string. It was an excellent shot. The tiny apple shook as the arrow passed， and a leaf came fluttering down. Then Susan went to the top of the steps and strung her bow. She was not enjoying her match half so much as Edmund had enjoyed his； not because she had any doubt about hitting the apple but because Susan was so tender. hearted that she almost hated to beat someone who had been beaten already. The Dwarf watched her keenly as she drew the shaft to her ear. A moment later， with a little soft thump which they could all hear in that quiet place， the apple fell to the grass with Susan‘s arrow in it.
“Oh， well done， Su，” shouted the other children.
“It wasn’t really any better than yours，” said Susan to the Dwarf. “I think there was a tiny breath of wind as you shot.”
