“Fool，” began Rishda Tarkaan， but at once the Dwarfs egan shouting： “Come along， Darkie. Why don‘t you let im in？ Why do you let Narnians in and keep your own eople out？ What have you got in there that you don’t want our own men to meet？”
Tirian and his friends could only see the back of Rishda arkaan， so they never knew what his face looked like as he hrugged his shoulders and said， “Bear witness all that I am uiltless of this young fool‘s blood. Get thee in， rash boy， nd make haste.”
Then， just as Ginger had done， Emeth came walking orward into the open strip of grass between the bonfire nd the stable. His eyes were shining， his face very solemn， is hand was on his sword.hilt， and he carried his head high. ll felt like crying when she looked at his face. And Jewel hispered in the King’s ear， “By the Lion‘s Mane， I almost ve this young warrior， Calormene though he be. He is orthy of a better god than Tash.”