That explained ever ything. There had been no two dragons beside him in the cave. The claws to right and left had been his own right and left claw. The two columns of smoke had been coming from his own nostrils. As for the pain in his left arm （or what had been his left arm） he could now see what had happened by squinting with his left eye. The bracelet which had fitted very nicely on the upper arm of a boy was far too small for the thick， stumpy foreleg of a dragon. It had sunk deeply into his scaly flesh and there was a throbbing bulge on each side of it. He tore at the place with his dragon’s teeth but could not get it off.
In spite of the pain， his first feeling was one of relief. There was nothing to be afraid of any more. He was a terror himself and nothing in the world but a knight （and not all of those） would dare to attack him. He could get even with Caspian and Edmund now.
