“That’s a rotten shot！” she said as her first arrow sped towards the enemy and flew over their heads. But she had another on the string next moment： she knew that speed was what mattered. She saw something big and black darting into the faces of the Calormenes. That was Farsight. First one man， and then another， dropped his sword and put up both his hands to defend his eyes. Then one of her own arrows hit a man， and another hit a Narnian wolf， who had， it seemed， joined the enemy.
But she had been shooting only for a few seconds when she had to stop. With a flash of swords and of the Boar‘s tusks and Jewel’s horn， and with deep baying from theogs， Tirian and his party were rushing on their enemies， ke men in a hundred yards‘ race. Jill was astonished to see ow unprepared the Calormenes seemed to be. She did not ealize that this was the result of her work and the Eagle’s. ery few troops can keep on looking steadily to the front they are getting arrows in their faces from one side andeing pecked by an eagle on the other.
