Then Eustace came to his senses and saw the Calormenescampering back to their friends. But not all of them. Two y dead， pierced by Jewel‘s horn， one by Tirian’s sword. TheFox lay dead at his own feet， and he wondered if it was he who had killed it. The Bull also was down， shot through the eye by an arrow from Jill and gashed in his side by the Boar‘s tusk. But the Narnian side had its losses too. Three dogs were killed and a fourth was hobbling behind the line on three legs and whimpering. The Bear lay on the ground， moving feebly. Then it mumbled in its throaty voice， bewildered to the last， “I.I don’t understand，” laid its big head down on the grass as quietly as a child going to sleep， and never moved again.
In fact， the first attack had failed. Eustace didn‘t seem able to be glad about it： he was so terribly thirsty and his arm ached so.
A s t h e d e f e a te d Ca l o r m e n e s we n t b a c k to t h e i r commander， the Dwarfs began jeering at them.
“Had enough， Darkies？” they yelled. “Don’t you like it？ Why doesn‘t your great Tarkaan go and fight himself instead of sending you to be killed？ Poor Darkies！”