“Arrow on string， Lady，” said Tirian to Jill. “But by no means shoot till I bid you. He may be a friend.”
If one had known what was going to happen next it would have been a treat to watch the grace and ease with which the huge bird glided down. He alighted on a rocky crag a few feet from Tirian， bowed his crested head， and said in his strange eagle’s voice， “Hail， King.”
“Hail， Farsight，” said Tirian. “And since you call me King， I may well believe you are not a follower of the Ape and his false Aslan. I am right glad of your coming.”
“Sire，” said the Eagle， “when you have heard my news you will be sorrier of my coming than of the greatest woe that ever befell you.”
Tirian‘s heart seemed to stop beating at these words， but he set his teeth and said， “Tell on.”
“Two sights have I seen，” said Farsight. “One was Cair Paravel filled with dead Narnians and living Calormenes： The Tisroc’s banner advanced upon your royal battlements： and your subjects flying from the city.this way and that， into the woods. Cair Paravel was taken from the sea. Twenty great ships of Calormen put in there in the dark of the night before last night.”
No one could speak.
