Showing posts with label dwarfs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dwarfs. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

How The Dwarfs Refused To Be Taken In, Chapter 13 The Last Battle

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Tirian had thought – or he would have thought if he had time to think at all – that they were inside a little thatched stable, about 12 feet long and 6 feet wide. In reality they stood on grass, the deep blue sky was overhead, and the air which blew gently on their faces was that of a day in early summer. Not far away from them rose a grove of trees, thickly believed, but under every leaf their peeped out the gold or faint yellow or purple or glowing red of fruits such as no one has seen in our world. The fruit made Tirian feel that it must be autumn but there was something in the feel of the air that told him it could not be later than June. They all moved toward the trees.



How The Dwarfs Refused To Be Taken In, Chapter 13 The Last Battle

Friday, September 26, 2014

CHAPTER 12 THE LAST BATTLE - THROUGH THE STABLE DOOR

Jill ought to have been back at the white rock already, but  she had quite forgotten that part of her orders in the excitement of watching the fight. Now she remembered. She turned at once and ran to it, and arrived there barely a second before the others. It thus happened that all of them, for a moment, had their backs to the enemy. They all wheeled round the moment they had reached it. A terrible sight met their eyes.



CHAPTER 12 THE LAST BATTLE - THROUGH THE STABLE DOOR

Tuesday, August 26, 2014

THE LAST BATTLE, CHAPTER 7 - MAINLY ABOUT DWARFS

The two Calormene soldiers at the head of the column, seeing what they took for a Tarkaan or great lord with two armed pages, came to a halt and raised their spears in salute. “Oh my Master,” said one of them, “we lead these manikins to Calormene to work in the mines of The Tisroc, may-he-live-forever.”  “By the great god Tash, they are very obedient,” said Tirian. Then suddenly he turned to the Dwarfs themselves. About one in six of them carried a torch and by that flickering light he could see their bearded faces all looking at him with grim and dogged expressions. “Has The Tisroc fought a great battle, Dwarfs, and conquered your land?” he asked, “that thus you go patiently to die in the salt-pits of Pugrahan?”


 



THE LAST BATTLE, CHAPTER 7 - MAINLY ABOUT DWARFS