“Great cats， leopards and such，” said the Hermit impatiently. “I see， I see. The Cats are coming round in a circle to get at the horses of the dismounted men. A good stroke. The Calormene horses are mad with terror already. Now the Cats are in among them. But Rabadash has reformed his line and has a hundred men in the saddle. They’re riding to meet the Narnians. There‘s only a hundred yards between the two lines now. Only fifty. I can see King Edmund， I can see the Lord Peridan. There are two mere children in the Narnian line. What can the King be about to let them into battle？ Only ten yards.the lines have met. The Giants on the Narnian right are doing wonders . . . but one’s down . . . shot through the eye， I suppose. The centre‘s all in a muddle. I can see more on the left. There are the two boys again. Lion alive！ one is Prince Corin. The other， like him as two peas. It’s your little Shasta. Corin is fighting like a man. He‘s killed a Calormene. I can see a bit of the centre now. Rabadash and Edmund almost met then， but the press has separated them.”
“What about Shasta？” said Aravis.