A Little before two o‘clock Trumpkin and the Badger sat with the rest of the creatures at the wood’s edge looking across at the gleaming line of Miraz‘s army which was about two arrow.shots away. In between， a square space of level grass had been staked for the combat. At the two far corners stood Glozelle and Sopespian with drawn swords. At the near corners were Giant Wimbleweather and the Bulgy Bear， who in spite of all their warnings was sucking his paws and looking， to tell the truth， uncommonly silly. To make up for this， Glenstorm on the right of the lists， stock. still except when he stamped a hind hoof occasionally on the turf， looked much more imposing than the Telmarine baron who faced him on the left. Peter had just shaken hands with Edmund and the Doctor， and was now walking down to the combat. It was like the moment before the pistol goes at an important race， but very much worse.
“I wish Aslan had turned up before it came to this，” said Trumpkin.
“So do I，” said Trufflehunter. “But look behind you.”
