“By the Mane， my old master Anradin！” said Bree.
“S.s.sh，” said Aravis.
“Now the ram has started. If I could hear as well as see，what a noise that would make！ Stroke after stroke： and no gate can stand it for ever. But wait！ Something up by Stormness has scared the birds. They‘re coming out in masses. And wait again . . . I can’t see yet . . . ah！ Now I can. The whole ridge， up on the east， is black with horsemen. If only the wind would catch that standard and spread it out. They‘re over the ridge now， whoever they are. Aha！ I’ve seen the banner now. Narnia， Narnia！ It‘s the red lion. They’re in full career down the hill now. I can see King Edmund. There‘s a woman behind among the archers. Oh！.”
“What is it？” asked Hwin breathlessly.
“All his cats are dashing out from the left of the line.” “Cats？” said Aravis.
