HOW ALL WERE VERY BUSY A LITTLE before two oclock Trumpkin and the Badger sat with the rest of the creatures at the woods edge looking across at the gleaming line of Mirazs army which was about two arrow-shots away. Iween, a square space of level grass had been staked for the bat. At the two far ers stood Glozelle and Sopespian with drawn swords. At the near ers were Giant Wimbleweather and the Bulgy Bear, who in spite of all their warnings was sug his paws and looking, to tell the truth, unonly silly. To make up for this, Glenstorm on the right of the lists, stock-still except wheamped a hind hoof occasionally ourf, looked much more imposing thaelmarine baron who
faced him on the left. Peter had just shaken hands with Edmund and the Doctor, and was now walking down to the bat. It was like the moment before the pistol goes at an important race, but very much worse.
"I wish Aslan had turned up before it came to this," said Trumpkin.
"So do I," ……（内容加载失败！）
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