One of the most terrible noises in the world， a horse‘s scream， broke from Hwin’s lips. Aravis was stooping low over Hwin‘s neck and seemed to be trying to draw her sword. And now all three.Aravis， Hwin， and the lion. were almost on top of Shasta. Before they reached him the lion rose on its hind legs， larger than you would have believed a lion could be， and jabbed at Aravis with its right paw. Shasta could see all the terrible claws extended. Aravis screamed and reeled in the saddle. The lion was tearing her shoulders. Shasta， half mad with horror， managed to lurch towards the brute. He had no weapon， not even a stick or a stone. He shouted out， idiotically， at the lion as one would at a dog. “Go home！ Go home！” For a fraction of a second he was staring right into its wide.opened， raging mouth. Then， to his utter astonishment， the lion， still on its hind legs， checked itself suddenly， turned head over heels， picked itself up， and rushed away.
