“But，lad，”saidTrumpkin，“theses。”
“Iknow，”saidEdmund。“ButI'llanywherenearyouandyou'llbequiteoughtodisarmmewithoutdoingmeanydamage。”
“It'sadangerousgame，”saidTrumpkin。“Butsinakesutofit，I'lltryapassortwo。”
Bothswordswereoutihethreeothersjumpedoffthedaisandstoodwatg。Itorthit。Itwashesillyfightihbroadswordsoage。Itwasherapierfightingwhiesseeratherbetterdohiswasrealbrhtihingistoslashatyourenemy'slegsaheyarethepartthathavenoarmor。AndwhenheslashesatyoursyoujumpwithbothfeetoffthegroundsothathisblowgoesuhisgavetheDwarfanadvantagebecauseEdmund，beingmuchtaller，hadtobealing。Idon'tthinkEdmundwouldhavehadaceifhehadfoughtTrumpkiy-fourhoursearlier。ButtheairofNarniahadbeenwupoheyarrivedontheisland，andallhisoldbattlescameba，andhisarmsandfiheiroldskill。HewasKingEdmundoncemore。Roundandrouwobatarokeafterstroketheygave，andSusan（whonevercouldlearhissortofthi，“Oh，dobecareful。”Andthen，soquicklythatnooheykerdid）couldquiteseehoened，Edmundflashedhisswordroundeculiartwist，theDwarf'sswordflewoutofhisgrip，andTrumpkinwaswringiyhandasyoud”fromacricket-bat。
“Nothurt，Ihope，mydearlittlefriend?”saidEdmund，pantingalittleaurninghisownswordtoitssheath。
&hepoint，”saidTrumpkindrily。“Youknowatrieverlearned。”
“That'squitetrue，”putihebestswordsmanintheworldmaybedisarmedbyatrickthat'sohim。Ithinkit'siveTrumpkihingelse。Willyouhaveashootingmatchwithmysister?Therearenotriarchery，youknow。”
“Ah，you'rejokers，youare，”saidtheDwarf。“Ibegintosee。AsifIdidn'tknowhowsheshoot，afterehism。Allthesame，I'llhaveatry。”Hespokegruffly，buthiseyesbrightened，forhewasafamousbowmanamonghisownpeople。
Allfiveofthemcameoutiyard。
“What'stobethetarget?”askedPeter。
“Ithinkthatapplehahewalloherewoulddo，”saidSusan。
“That'lldonicely，lass，”saidTrumpkiheyellowohemiddleofthearch?”
“No，notthat，”saidSusan。“Theredoneupabove—overthebattlement。”
TheDwarf'sfacefell。“Looksmorelikeacherrythatered，buthesaidnothingoutloud。
&ossedupforfirstshot（greatlytotheirumpkin，whohadneverseenatossedbefore）andSusanlost。Theyweretoshootfromthetopofthestepsthatledfromthehalliyard。EveryonecouldseefromthewaytheDwarftookhispositionandhandledhisbowthathekhe>
Twaring。Itwasa。Thetinyappleshookasthearrowpassed，andaleafcameflutteringdown。Thehetopofthestepsandstrungherbow。ShewasnoteuchasEdmundhadenjoyedhis;notbecauseshehadanydoubtabouthittingtheapplebutbecauseSusanwassoteshealmosthatedtobeatsomeonewhohadbeeeheDwarfwatchedherkeeheshafttoherear。Amomehalittlesoftthumpwhichtheycouldallhearinthatquietplace，theapplefelltothegrasswithSusan'sarrowinit。
“Oh，welldone，Su，”shoutedtheother。
“Itwasn'treallyahanyours，”saidSusantotheDwarf。“Ithiihofwindasyoushot。”
“No，therewasn't，”saidTrumpkin。“Don'ttellme。IknowwhenIamfairlybeaten。Iwohatthesylastwoundcatchesmeabitwhemyarm>
“Oh，areyouwounded?”askedLuelook。”
“It'snotasightfirls，”beganTrumpkin，butthenhesuddenlycheckedhimself。“ThereIgotalkinglikeafoolagain，”hesaid“Isupposeyou'reaslikelyteonasyourbrotherwastobeagreatswordsmanoryoursistertobeagreatarcher。”Hesatdowepsandtookoffhishauberkandslippeddownhislittleshirt，showinganarmhairyandmusproportion）asasailor'sthoughnotmuchbiggerthanachild's。TherewasadageontheshoulderwhichLucyproceededtounroll。Uhecutlookedverynastyandtherewasagooddealofswelling。“Oh，poorTrumpkin，”saidLucy。“Howhorrid。”Thenshecarefullydrippedontoitonesingledropofthecordialfromherflask。
“Hullo。Eh?Whathaveyoudorumpkin。Buthoweverheturnedhisheadandsquintedandwhiskedhisbeardtoandfro，he'tquiteseehisowheaswellashecould，gettinghisarmsaoverydifficultpositionsasyoudowhenytoscratchaplacethatisjustoutofreaheswunghisarmaahemusdfinallyjumpedtohisfeetg，“Giantsa'scured!It'sasgoodasheburstilaughandsaid，“Well，I'vemadeasbigafoolofmyselfaseveraDwarfdid。NooffenyhumbledutytoyourMajestiesall—humbleduty。Andthanksformylife，mycure，mybreakfast—andmylesson。”
Theallsaiditwasquiteallrightand。
“Andnoeter，“ifyou'vereallydecidedtobelieveinus—”
“Ihave，”saidtheD>
“It'squiteclearwhatwehavetodo。WemustjoinKingatonce。”
&hebetter，”saidTrumpkin。“Mybeingsuchafoolhasalreadywastedaboutanhour。”
“It'sabouttwodays'jourhewayyoucame，”saidPeter。“Forus，Imean。We'twalkalldayandnightlikeyouDwarfs。”Theheothers。“kincallsAslan'sHowisobviouslytheStoself。Yourememberitwasabouthalfaday'smarch，oralittleless，fromtheredowntotheFordsofBeruna—”