Next， Peter took down his gift.the shield with the great red lion on it， and the royal sword. He blew， and rapped them on the floor， to get off the dust. He fitted the shield on his arm and slung the sword by his side. He was afraid at first that it might be rusty and stick to the sheath. But it was not so. With one swift motion he drew it and held it up， shining in the torchlight.
“It is my sword Rhindon，” he said； “with it I killed the Wolf.” There was a new tone in his voice， and the others all felt that he was really Peter the High King again. Then， after a little pause， everyone remembered that they must save the battery.
They climbed the stair again and made up a good fire and lay down close together for warmth. The ground was very hard and uncomfortable， but they fell asleep in the end.
The Dwarf