Above the steadily increasing growl of the Badger and Cornelius‘s sharp “What？” rose the voice of King Caspian like thunder.
“So that is your plan， Nikabrik！ Black sorcer y and the calling up of an accursed ghost. And I see who your companions are.a Hag and a Werewolf！”
The next minute or so was very confused. There was an animal roaring， a clash of steel； the boys and Trumpkin rushed in； Peter had a glimpse of a horrible， grey， gaunt creature， half man and half wolf， in the very act of leaping upon a boy about his own age， and Edmund saw a badger and a Dwarf rolling on the floor in a sort of cat fight. Trumpkin found himself face to face with the Hag. Her nose and chin stuck out like a pair of nut.crackers， her dirty grey hair was flying about her face and she had just got Doctor Cornelius by the throat. At one slash of Trumpkin’s sword her head rolled on the floor. Then the light was knocked over and it was all swords， teeth， claws， fists， and boots for about sixty seconds. Then silence.
“Are you all right， Ed？”
“I.I think so，” panted Edmund. “I‘ve got that bruteNikabrik， but he’s still alive.”
