The Battle He commanded the page to blow his trumpet; and, in the strength of the moment, the youth uttered a right warlike defiance.
But the butchers and the guard, who had gone over armed to the enemy, thinking that the king had come to make his peace also, and that it might thereafter go hard with them, rushed at once to make short work with him, and both secure and commend themselves.The butchers came on first - for the guards had slackened their saddle girths - brandishing their knives, and talking to their dogs.
Curdie and the page, with Lina and her pack, bounded to meet them.
Curdie struck down the foremost with his mattock.The page, finding his sword too much for him, threw it away and seized the butcher's knife, which as he rose he plunged into the foremost dog.
Lina rushed raging and gnashing among them.She would not look at a dog so long as there was a butcher on his legs, and she never stopped to kill a butcher, only with one grind of her jaws crushed a leg of him.When they were all down, then indeed she flashed among the dogs.
Meantime the king and the colonel had spurred toward the advancing guard.The king clove the major through skull and collar bone, and the colonel stabbed the captain in the throat.Then a fierce combat commenced - two against many.But the butchers and their dogs quickly disposed of, up came Curdie and his beasts.The horses of the guard, struck with terror, turned in spite of the spur, and fled in confusion.
Thereupon the forces of Borsagrass, which could see little of the affair, but correctly imagined a small determined body in front of them, hastened to the attack.No sooner did their first advancing wave appear through the foam of the retreating one, than the king and the colonel and the page, Curdie and the beasts, went charging upon them.Their attack, especially the rush of the Uglies, threw the first line into great confusion, but the second came up quickly; the beasts could not be everywhere, there were thousands to one against them, and the king and his three companions were in the greatest possible danger.
A dense cloud came over the sun, and sank rapidly toward the earth.
The cloud moved all together, and yet the thousands of white flakes of which it was made up moved each for itself in ceaseless and rapid motion: those flakes were the wings of pigeons.Down swooped the birds upon the invaders; right in the face of man and horse they flew with swift-beating wings, blinding eyes and confounding brain.Horses reared and plunged and wheeled.All was at once in confusion.The men made frantic efforts to seize their tormentors, but not one could they touch; and they outdoubled them in numbers.