“Art thou a warrior of the Tisroc’s， may he live for ever？ It cheers my heart to meet thee among all these beasts and devils of Narnians. Give me thy hand， friend.”
Before he well knew what was happening the Calormene sentry found his right hand seized in a mighty grip. Next instant someone was kneeling on his legs and a dagger was pressed against his neck.
“One noise and thou art dead，” said Tirian in his ear. “Tell me where the Unicorn is and thou shalt live.”
“B.behind the stable， O My Master，” stammered the unfortunate man.
“Good. Rise up and lead me to him.”
As the man got up the point of the dagger never left his neck. It only travelled round （cold and rather ticklish） as Tirian got behind him and settled it at a convenient place under his ear. Trembling， he went round to the back of the stable.
Though it was dark Tirian could see the white shape of Jewel at once.
“Hush！” he said. “No， do not neigh. Yes， Jewel， it is I. How have they tied thee？”
“Hobbled by all four legs and tied with a bridle to a ring in the stable wall，” came Jewel‘s voice.
“Stand here， sentry， with your back to the wall. So. Now， Jewel， set the point of your horn against this Calormene’s breast.”
“With a good will， Sire，” said Jewel.