“Good，” said Tirian. “Now look yonder to our left. You see a great rock that gleams white like marble in the firelight. First we will fall upon those Calormenes. You， maiden， shall move out on our left and shoot as fast as ever you may into their ranks： and you， Eagle， fly at their faces from the right. Meanwhile we others will be charging them. When we are so close， Jill， that you can no longer shoot at them for fear of striking us， go back to the white rock and wait. You others， keep your ears wide even in the fighting. We must put them to flight in a few minutes or else not at all， for we are fewer than they. As soon as I call Back， then rush to join Jill at the white rock， where we shall have protection behind us and can breathe awhile. Now， be off， Jill.”
Feeling terribly alone， Jill ran out about twenty feet， put her right leg back and her left leg forward， and set an arrow to her string. She wished her hands were not shaking so.