“Oh well done. Well done！” shouted Jill. The King‘s party ere cutting their way right into the enemy. The Unicorn as tossing men as you’d toss hay on a fork. Even Eustace eemed to Jill （who after all didn‘t know very much about wordsmanship） to be fighting brilliantly. The Dogs were t the Calormenes’ throats. It was going to work！ It was ctory at last.
With a horrible， cold shock， Jill noticed a strange thing. hough Calormenes were falling at each Narnian sword. roke， they never seemed to get any fewer. In fact， there ere actually more of them now than when the fight began. here were more every second. They were running up from very side. They were new Calormenes. These new ones ad spears. There was such a crowd of them that she could ardly see her own friends.
Then she heard Tirian‘s voice crying： “Back！ To the rock！”
The enemy had been reinforced. The drum had done its ork.
Through The Stable Door
