“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.”
