But Tirian with his face as stern as stone， said， “Stand st， Jewel. If you must weep， sweetheart （this was to Jill）， urn your face aside and see you wet not your bow.string. nd peace， Eustace. Do not scold， like a kitchen.girl. No arrior scolds. Courteous words or else hard knocks are his nly language.”
But the Dwarfs jeered back at Eustace. “That was a urprise for you， little boy， eh？ Thought we were on your de， did you？ No fear. We don‘t want any Talking Horses. e don’t want you to win any more than the other gang.
ou can‘t take us in. The Dwarfs are for the Dwarfs.” Rishda Tarkaan was still talking to his men， doubtless aking arrangements for the next attack and probably ishing he had sent his whole force into the first. The drum oomed on. Then， to their horror， Tirian and his friends eard， far fainter as if from a long way off， an answering rum. Another body of Calormenes had heard Rishda’s gnal and were coming to support him. You would not have nown from Tirian‘s face that he had now given up all hope. “Listen，” he whispered in a matter.of.fact voice， “we must ttack now， before yonder miscreants are strengthened by heir friends.”