CHAPTER FOURTEEN HOW ALL WERE VERY BUSY（第2/5页）
“Is your left arm wounded？”asked Edmund．
“It’s not exactly a wound，”Peter said．“I got the full weight of his shoulder on my shield—like a load of bricks—and the rim of the shield drove into my wrist．I don’t think it’s broken，but it might be a sprain．If you could tie it up very tight I think I could manage．”
While they were doing this，Edmund asked anxiously．“What do you think of him，Peter？”
“Tough，”said Peter．Very tough．I have a chance if can keep him on the hop till his weight and short wind come against him—in this hot sun too．To tell the truth，I haven’t much chance else．Give my love to—to everyone at home，Ed，if he gets me．Here he comes into the lists again.So long，old chap．Good-bye，Doctor．And I say，Ed，say something specially nice to Trumpkin．He’s been a brick．
Edmund couldn’t speak．He walked back with the Doctor to his own lines with a sick feeling in his stomach．
But the new bout went well．Peter now seemed to be able to make some use of his shield，and he certainly made good use of his feet．He was almost playing Tig with Miraz now，keeping out of range，shifting his ground，making the enemy work．
“Coward！”booed the Telmarines．“Why don’t you stand up to him？ Don’t you like it，eh？ Thought you’d come to fight，not dance．Yah！”
“Oh，I do hope he won’t listen to them，”said Caspian．
“Not he，”said Edmund．“You don’t know him-Oh！”for -Miraz had got in a blow at last，on Peter’s helmet．Peter staggered，slipped sideways，and fell on one knee．The roar of the Telmarines rose like the noise of the sea．“Now，Miraz，”they yelled．“Now．Quick ！ Quick ！ Kill him．”But indeed there was no need to egg the usurper on．He was on top of Peter already.
Edmund bit his lips till the blood came，as the sword flashed down on Peter．It looked as if it would slash off his head．Thank heavens ！ It had glanced down his right shoulder．The Dwarf—wrought mail was sound and did not break．
“Great Scott ！”cried Edmund．“He’s up again．Peter，go it，Peter．”
“I couldn’t see what happened，”said the Doctor．“How did he do it？”
“Grabbed Miraz’s arm as it came down，”said Trumpkin，dancing with delight．“There’s a man for you ！ Uses his enemy’s arm as a ladder．The High King ！ The High King ！ Up，Old Narnia！”
“Look，”said Trufflehunter．“Miraz is angry．It is good．”They were certainly at it hammer and tongs now: such a flurry of blows that it seemed impossible for either not to be killed．As the excitement grew，the shouting almost died away．The spectators were holding their breath．It was most horrible and most magnificent．
A great shout arose from the Old Narnians．Miraz was a down—not struck by Peter，but face downwards，having tripped on a tussock．Peter stepped back，waiting for him to rise．
“Oh bother，bother，bother，”said Edmund to himself．“Need he be as gentlemanly as that？ I suppose he must．Comes of being a Knight and a High King．I suppose it is what Aslan would like．But that brute will be up again in a minute and then—”
But“that brute”never rose．The Lords Glozelle and Sopespian had their own plans ready．As soon as they saw their King down they leaped into the lists crying，“Treachery！ Treachery！ The Narnian traitor has stabbed him in the back while he lay helpless．To arms ！ To arms，Telmar！”
Peter hardly understood what was happening．He saw two big men running toward him with drawn swords．Then the third Telmarine had leaped over the ropes on his left．“To arms，Narnia！ Treachery！”Peter shouted．If all three had set upon him at once he would never have spoken again．But Glozelle stopped to stab his own King dead where he lay:“That’s for your insult，this morning，”he whispered as the blade went home．Peter swung to face Sopespian，slashed his legs from under him and，with the back-cut of the same stroke，walloped off his head Edmund was now at his side crying，“Narnia，Narnia！ The Lion！”The whole Telmarine army was rushing toward them．But now the Giant was stamping forward，stooping low and swinging his club.The Centaurs charged．Twang，twang behind and hiss，hiss overhead came the archery of Dwarfs．Trumpkin was fighting at his left．Full battle was joined．