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It had been Lord Sopespian, one of Miraz's commanders. No one had shot him, he'd killed Miraz himself. But the Telmarine army had not been able to see that, and he just wanted to wipe out the Narnians. But the army had no knowledge of that, and soon they were being bombarded with huge stones thrown by huge catapults.
"Peter! Edmund! We must go! Now!" Zola yelled. They weren't moving away from the thrown stones.
And soon, the cavalry started galloping towards them.
"Peter!" Zola yelled again to get his attention. He finally turned. "You'll get tramped if the cavalry arrives!" Caspian had already taken his seat on his horse and galloped inside alongside the centaur that stood next to him. Inside were the rest of the centaurs and a couple other Narnians. Most were already outside, though.
Instead of moving, Peter started to count to ten, which only confused Zola. But when he got to ten, the ground beneath the horses started to dissolve. Zola knew the ruins were long, and that they were held up by pillars, but she had no idea they were that long. The three watched the cavalry come to an abrupt halt after dozens had already fallen down. Arrows whooshed past them and hit the soldiers who were trying to get up.
Two horses came galloping from behind them. Edmund got on top of the chestnut–coloured one. Zola saw the familiar shiny black coating of the other one. Her lips formed into a smile. "Finley!" She jumped into the saddle, liking the familiar feel of her horse beneath her.
Zola hadn't seen Finley since she left him on top of the hill. That felt like ages ago now. She thought Finley would be dead by now — either of hunger because he was lost in the forest, or shot dead by Telmarine soldiers who recognised him.
Awaiting Peter's signal, Zola steadied her seat. She had always been an exceptional rider, and Finley has always been keen to work for her, only her. Peter raised his sword and yelled. "Charge!"
Zola kindly asked Finley to gallop with her heels. She unsheathed her sword and charged towards the Telmarines. Caspian and the remaining Narnians arose from the other side. But the fighting hadn't been going in for long when peter yelled again. "Back to the How!"
