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 all 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 towards him with drawn swords. Then thethird Telmarine had leapt over the ropes on his left.
