“O.o.mph，” grunted the Boar， rising heavily to his feet. “Come on， then. Try my tusks.”
When Tirian saw that brave Beast getting ready to fight for its life.and Calormene soldiers beginning to close in on it with their drawn scimitars.and no one going to its help.something seemed to burst inside him. He no longer cared if this was the best moment to interfere or not.
“Swords out，” he whispered to the others. “Arrow on string. Follow.”
Next moment the astonished Narnians saw seven figures leap forth in front of the Stable， four of them in shining mail. The King’s sword flashed in the firelight as he waved it above his head and cried in a great voice：
“Here stand I， Tirian of Narnia， in Aslan‘s name， to prove with my body that Tash is a foul fiend， the Ape a manifold traitor， and these Calormenes worthy of death. To my side， all true Narnians. Would you wait till your new masters have killed you all one by one？”
The Pace Quickens
