“How can I tell？” said the Hermit. “The Cats have done their work. All the riderless horses are dead or escaped now： no retreat for the Calormenes on them. Now the Cats are turning back into the main battle. They‘re leaping on the rams.men. The ram is down. Oh， good！ good！ The gates are opening from the inside： there’s going to be a sortie. The first three are out. It‘s King Lune in the middle： the brothers Dar and Darrin on each side of him. Behind them are Tran and Shar and Cole with his brother Colin. There are ten.twenty.nearly thirty of them out by now. The Calormen line is being forced back upon them. King Edmund is dealing marvellous strokes. He’s just slashed Corradin‘s head off. Lots of Calormenes have thrown down their arms and are running for the woods. Those that remain are hard pressed. The Giants are closing in on the right.Cats on the left.King Lune from their rear. The Calormenes are a little knot now， fighting back to back. Your Tarkaan’s down， Bree. Lune and Azrooh are fighting hand to hand； the King looks like winning.the King is keeping it up well.the King has won. Azrooh‘s down. King Edmund’s down.no， he‘s up again： he’s at it with Rabadash. They‘re fighting in the very gate of the castle. Several Calormenes have surrendered. Darrin has killed Ilgamuth. I can’t see what‘s happened to Rabadash. I think he’s dead， leaning against the castle wall， but I don‘t know. Chlamash and King Edmund are still fighting but the battle is over everywhere else. Chlamash has surrendered. The battle is over. The Calormenes are utterly defeated.”
