第760章 Prince Caspian(98)

At last there came a night when everything had gone as badly as possible， and the rain which had been falling heavily all day had ceased at nightfall only to give place to raw cold. That morning Caspian had arranged what was his biggest battle yet， and all had hung their hopes on it. He，with most of the Dwarfs， was to have fallen on the King’s right wing at daybreak， and then， when they were heavily engaged， Giant Wimbleweather， with the Centaurs and some of the fiercest beasts， was to have broken out from another place and endeavoured to cut the King‘s right off from the rest of the army. But it had all failed. No one had warned Caspian （because no one in these later days of Narnia remembered） that Giants are not at all clever. Poor Wimbleweather， though as brave as a lion， was a true Giant in that respect. He had broken out at the wrong time and from the wrong place， and both his party and Caspian’s had suffered badly and done the enemy little harm. The best of the Bears had been hurt， a Centaur terribly wounded， and there were few in Caspian‘s party who had not lost blood. It was a gloomy company that huddled under the dripping trees to eat their scanty supper.