“Well done， Peter， oh， well done！” shouted Edmund as he saw Miraz reel back a whole pace and a half. “Follow it up， quick！” And Peter did， and for a few seconds it looked as if the fight might be won. But then Miraz pulled himself together.began to make real use of his height and weight “Miraz！ Miraz！ The King！ The King！” came the roar of the Telmarines. Caspian and Edmund grew white with sickening anxiety.
“Peter is taking some dreadful knocks，” said Edmund.
“Hullo！” said Caspian. “What‘s happening now？”
“Both falling apart，” said Edmund. “A bit blown， expect. Watch. Ah， now they’re beginning again， more scientifically this time. Circling round and round， feeling each other‘s defences.” “I’m afraid this Miraz knows his work，” muttered the Doctor. But hardly had he said this when there was such a clapping and baying and throwing up of hoods among theOld Narnians that it was nearly deafening.
“What was it？ What was it？” asked the Doctor. “My old eyes missed it.”
“The High King has pricked him in the armpit，” said Caspian， still clapping. “Just where the arm.hole of the hauberk let the point through. First blood.”
