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n’t think Edmund would have had a chance if he had fought Trumpkin twenty-four hours earlier.But the air of Narnia had been working upon him ever since they arrived on the island,and all his old battles came back to him,and his arms and fingers remembered their old skill.He was King Edmund once more.Round and round the two combatants circled,stroke after stroke they gave,and Susan who never could learn to like this sort of thing shouted out,“Oh,do be careful.”And then,so quickly that no one unless they knew,as Peter did could quite see how it happened,Edmund flashed his sword round with a peculiar twist,the Dwarf’s sword flew out of his grip,and Trumpkin was wringing his empty hand as you do after a“sting”from a cricket-bat.
“Not hurt,I hope,my dear little friend?”said Edmund,panting a little and returning his own sword to its sheath.
“I see the point,”said Trumpkin drily.“You know a trick I never learned.”
“That’s quite true,”put in Peter.“The best swordsman in th