“I wish Aslan had turned up before it came to this,” said Trumpkin.
“So do I,” said Trufflehunter. “But look behind you.”
“Crows and crockery!” muttered the Dwarf as soon as he had done so. “What are they? Huge people—beautiful people—like gods and goddesses and giants. Hundreds and thousands of them, closing in behind us. What are they?”
“It's the Dryads and Hamadryads and Silvans,” said Trufflehunter. “Aslan has waked them.”
“Humph!” said the Dwarf. “That'll be very useful if the enemy try any treachery. But it won't help the High King very much if Miraz proves handier with his sword.”