CHAPTER THIRTEEN
unt, and Azrooed lip, and a tall tarkaan h a crimson beard -”
quot;By ter Anradin!quot; said Bree.
quot;S-s-slyquot; said Aravis.
quot;Noarted. If I could a noise t would make!
Stroke after stroke: and no gate can stand it for ever. But ! Sometormness in masses. And again . . . I cant see yet . . . a, is black h horsemen. If
only tc standard and spread it out. ts the red lion.
the archers. Oh! -”
quot; is it?quot; asked hlessly.
quot;All s are das from t of the line.”
quot;Cats?quot; said Aravis.
quot;Great cats, leopards and suc; said t impatiently. quot;I see, I see. ts are coming round in a circle to get at ted men. A good stroke. terror already. Nos are in among t Rabadaso meet ty. I can see King Edmund, I can see t to let to battle? Only ten yards - t. ts on t are doing ones down . . .
s tres all in a muddle. I can see more on t.
ts your little Sa. Corm is fig of tre no t ted them -”
quot; about Sa?quot; said Aravis.
quot;O; groaned t. quot;Poor, brave little fool. t all of test idea o do no . . . nearly cut if careful. Its been knocked out of s mere murder sending a co ttle; live five minutes. Duck you fool - oh, hes down.”
quot;Killed?quot; asked thlessly.
quot;ell?quot; said t. quot;ts reat for ts are turning back into ttle. tes are opening from to be a sortie. t t. Its King Lune in tran and Sen - ty - nearly ty of t by norokes. slash