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Peter
did
not
feel
very
brave
;
indeed
,
he
felt
he
was
going
to
be
sick
.
But
that
made
no
difference
to
what
he
had
to
do
.
He
rushed
straight
up
to
the
monster
and
aimed
a
slash
of
his
sword
at
its
side
.
That
stroke
never
reached
the
Wolf
.
Quick
as
lightning
it
turned
round
,
its
eyes
flaming
,
and
its
mouth
wide
open
in
a
howl
of
anger
.
If
it
had
not
been
so
angry
that
it
simply
had
to
howl
it
would
have
got
him
by
the
throat
at
once
.
As
it
was
-
though
all
this
happened
too
quickly
for
Peter
to
think
at
all
-
he
had
just
time
to
duck
down
and
plunge
his
sword
,
as
hard
as
he
could
,
between
the
brute
’
s
forelegs
into
its
heart
.
Then
came
a
horrible
,
confused
moment
like
something
in
a
nightmare
.
He
was
tugging
and
pulling
and
the
Wolf
seemed
neither
alive
nor
dead
,
and
its
bared
teeth
knocked
against
his
forehead
,
and
everything
was
blood
and
heat
and
hair
.
A
moment
later
he
found
that
the
monster
lay
dead
and
he
had
drawn
his
sword
out
of
it
and
was
straightening
his
back
and
rubbing
the
sweat
off
his
face
and
out
of
his
eyes
.
He
felt
tired
all
over
.
Then
,
after
a
bit
,
Susan
came
down
the
tree
.
She
and
Peter
felt
pretty
shaky
when
they
met
and
I
won
’
t
say
there
wasn
’
t
kissing
and
crying
on
both
sides
.
But
in
Narnia
no
one
thinks
any
the
worse
of
you
for
that
.
"
Quick
!
Quick
!
"
shouted
the
voice
of
Aslan
.
"
Centaurs
!
Eagles
!
I
see
another
wolf
in
the
thickets
.
There
-
behind
you
.
He
has
just
darted
away
.
After
him
,
all
of
you
.
He
will
be
going
to
his
mistress
.
Now
is
your
chance
to
find
the
Witch
and
rescue
the
fourth
Son
of
Adam
.
"
And
instantly
with
a
thunder
of
hoofs
and
beating
of
wings
a
dozen
or
so
of
the
swiftest
creatures
disappeared
into
the
gathering
darkness
.
Peter
,
still
out
of
breath
,
turned
and
saw
Aslan
close
at
hand
.
"
You
have
forgotten
to
clean
your
sword
,
"
said
Aslan
.
It
was
true
.
Peter
blushed
when
he
looked
at
the
bright
blade
and
saw
it
all
smeared
with
the
Wolf
’
s
hair
and
blood
.
He
stooped
down
and
wiped
it
quite
clean
on
the
grass
,
and
then
wiped
it
quite
dry
on
his
coat
.
"
Hand
it
to
me
and
kneel
,
Son
of
Adam
,
"
said
Aslan
.
And
when
Peter
had
done
so
he
struck
him
with
the
flat
of
the
blade
and
said
,
"
Rise
up
,
Sir
Peter
Wolf
’
s
-
Bane
.
And
,
whatever
happens
,
never
forget
to
wipe
your
sword
.
"
Now
we
must
get
back
to
Edmund
.
When
he
had
been
made
to
walk
far
further
than
he
had
ever
known
that
anybody
could
walk
,
the
Witch
at
last
halted
in
a
dark
valley
all
overshadowed
with
fir
trees
and
yew
trees
.
Edmund
simply
sank
down
and
lay
on
his
face
doing
nothing
at
all
and
not
even
caring
what
was
going
to
happen
next
provided
they
would
let
him
lie
still
.
He
was
too
tired
even
to
notice
how
hungry
and
thirsty
he
was
.
The
Witch
and
the
dwarf
were
talking
close
beside
him
in
low
tones
.
"
No
,
"
said
the
dwarf
,
"
it
is
no
use
now
,
O
Queen
.
They
must
have
reached
the
Stone
Table
by
now
.
"
