“Battering ram，” whispered Corin. “They’re battering the gate.”
Even Corin looked quite serious now.
“Why doesn‘t King Edmund get on？” he said. “I can’ stand this waiting about. Chilly too.”
Shasta nodded： hoping he didn‘t look as frightened as he felt.
The trumpet at last！ On the move now.now trotting. the banner streaming out in the wind. They had topped low ridge now， and below them the whole scene suddenly opened out； a little， many.towered castle with its gate towards them. No moat， unfortunately， but of course the gate shut and the portcullis down. On the walls they could see， like little white dots， the faces of the defenders. Down below， about fifty of the Calormenes， dismounted， were steadily swinging a great tree trunk against the gate. But at once the scene changed. The main bulk of Rabadash’s men had been on foot ready to assault the gate. But now he had seen the Narnians sweeping down from the ridge. There is no doubt those Calormenes are wonderfully trained. It seemed to Shasta only a second before a whole line of the enemy were on horseback again， wheeling round to meet them， swinging towards them.
