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《The Last Battle》
CHAPTER ONE
BY CALDRON POOL IN the last days of Narnia, far up to the west beyond Lantern Waste and close beside the great waterfall, there lived an Ape. He was so old that no one could remember when he had first e to live in those parts, and he was the cleverest, ugliest, most wrinkled Ape you imagine. He had a little house, built of wood and thatched with leaves, up in the fork of a great tree, and his name was Shift. There were very few Talking Beasts or Men or Dwarfs, or people of any sort, in that part of the wood, but Shift had one friend and neighbour who was a donkey called Puzzle. At least they both said they were friends, but from the way things went on you might have thought Puzzle was more like Shifts servant than his friend. He did all the work. When they went together to the river, Shift filled the big skin bottles with water but it uzzle who carried them back. When they wanted anything from the towns further down the river it uzzle who went down with empty panniers on his bad came back with the panniers full and heavy. And all the hings that Puzzle brought back were eaten by Shift; for as Shift said, "You see, Puzzle, I t eat grass and thistles like you, so its only fair I should make it up in other ways.”
And Puzzle always said, "Of course, Shift, of course. I see that." Puzzle never plained, because he khat Shift was far cleverer than himself ahought it was very kind of Shift to be friends with him at all. And if ever Puzzle did try tue about anything, Shift would always say, "Now, Puzzle, I uand what o be doer than you. You know youre not clever, Puzzle." And Puzzle always said, "No, Shift. Its quite true. Im not clever." Then he would sigh and do whatever Shift had said.
One m early in the year the pair of them were out walking along the shore of Caldron Pool. Caldron Pool is the big pht uhe cliffs at the western end of Narnia. The great waterfall pours down into it with a noise like everlasting thunder, and the River of Narnia flows out oher side. The waterfall keeps the Pool always dang and bubbling and ing round and round as if it were on the boil, and that of course is how it got its name of Caldron Pool. It is liveliest in the early spring wheerfall is swollen with all the snow that has melted off the mountains from up beyond Narnia in the Western Wild from which the river es. And as they looked at Caldron Pool Shift suddenly pointed with his dark, skinny finger and said, "Look! Whats that?”
"Whats what?" said Puzzle.
"That yellow thing thats just e dowerfall. Look! There it is again, its floating. We must find out what it is.”
"Must we?" said Puzzle.
"Of course we must," said Shift. "It may be something useful. Just hop into the Pool like a good fellow and fish it out. Then we have a proper look at it.”
"Hop into the Pool?" said Puzzle, twitg his long ears.
"Well how are we to get it if you dont?" said the Ape.
"But - but,"藏书网 said Puzzle, "wouldnt it be better if you went in? Because, you see, its you who wants to know what it is, and I dont much. And youve got hands, you see. Youre as good as a Man or a Dwarf when it es to catg hold of things. Ive only got hoofs.”
"Really, Puzzle," said Shift, "I didnt think youd ever say a thing like that. I didnt think it of you, really.”
"Why, what have I said wrong?" said the Ass, speaking in rather a humble voice, for he saw that Shift was very deeply offended. "All I meant was -”
"Wantio go into the water," said the Ape. "As if you didnt know perfectly well what weak chests Apes always have and how easily they catch cold! Very well. I will go in. Im feeling cold enough already in this cruel wind. But Ill go in. I shall probably die.
Then youll be sorry." And Shifts voice sounded as if he was just going to burst into tears.
"Please dont, please dont, please dont," said Puzzle, half braying, and half talking. "I never meant anything of the sort, Shift, really I didnt. You know how stupid I am and how I t think of more thahing at a time. Id fotten about your weak chest. Of course Ill go in. You mustnt think of doing it yourself. Promise me you wont, Shift.”
So Shift promised, and Puzzle went cloppety-clop on his four hoofs round the rocky edge of the Pool to find a place where he could get in. Quite apart from the cold it was no joke getting into that quivering and foaming water, and Puzzle had to stand and shiver for a whole minute before he made up his mind to do it. But then Shift called out from behind him and said: "Perhaps Id better do it after all, Puzzle." And when Puzzle heard that he said, "No, no. You promised. Im in now," and in he went.
A great mass of foam got him in the fad filled his mouth with water and blinded him. Then he went under altogether for a few seds, and when he came up again he was in quite another part of the Pool. Then the swirl caught him and carried him round and round and faster and faster till it took him right uhe waterfall itself, and the force of the water plunged him down, deep down, so that he thought he would never be
able to hold his breath till he came up again. And when he had e up and when at last he got somewhere he thing he was trying to catch, it sailed away99lib. from him till it too got uhe fall and was forced down to the bottom. When it came up again it was further from him than ever. But at last, when he was almost tired to death, and bruised all over and numb with cold, he succeeded in gripping the thing with his teeth. And out he came carrying it in front of him aing his front hoofs tangled up in it, for it was as big as a large hearthrug, and it was very heavy and cold and slimy.
He flung it down in front of Shift and stood dripping and shivering and trying to get his breath back. But the Ape never looked at him or asked him how he felt. The Ape was too busy going round and round the Thing and spreading it out and patting it and smelling it.
Then a wicked gleam came into his eye and he said: "It is a lions skin.”
"Ee - auh - auh - oh, is it?" gasped Puzzle.
"Now I wonder . . . I wonder . . . I wonder," said Shift to himself, for he was thinking very hard.
"I wonder who killed the poor lion," said Puzzle presently. "It ought to be buried. We must have a funeral.”
"Oh, it wasnt a Talking Lion," said Shift. "You bother about that. There are no Talkis up beyond the Falls, up in the Western Wild. This skin must have beloo a dumb, wild lion.”
This, by the way, was true. A Hunter, a Man, had killed and skihis lion somewhere up in the Western Wild several months before. But that doesnt e into this story.
"All the same, Shift," said Puzzle, "even if the skin only beloo a dumb, wild lion, oughto give it a det burial? I mean, arent all lions rather - well, rather solemn?
Because of you know Who. Dont you see?”
"Dont you start getting ideas into your head, Puzzle," said Shift. "Because, you know, thinking isnt your strong point. Well make this skin into a fine warm winter coat for you.”
"Oh, I dont think Id like that," said the Donkey. "It would look - I mean, the other Beasts might think - that is to say, I shouldnt feel -”
"What are you talking about?" said Shift, scratg himself the wrong way up as Apes do.
"I dont think it would be respectful to the Great Lion, to Aslan himself, if an ass like me went about dressed up in a lion-skin," said Puzzle.
"Now dont stand arguing, please," said Shift. "What does an ass like you know about things of that sort? You know youre no good at thinking, Puzzle, so why dont you let me do your thinking for you? Why dont you treat me as I treat you? I dont think I do everything. I know youre better at some things than I am. Thats why I let you go into the Pool; I knew youd do it better than me. But why t I have my turn when it es to something I do and you t? Am I o be allowed to do anything? Do be fair.
Turn and turn about.”
"Oh, well, of course, if you put it that way," said Puzzle.
"I tell you what," said Shift. "Youd better take a good brisk trot down river as far as Chippingford and see if they have any es or bananas.”
"But Im so tired, Shift," pleaded Puzzle.
"Yes, but you are very cold a," said the Ape. "You want something to warm you up. A brisk trot would be just the thing. Besides, its market day at Chippingford today.”
And then of course Puzzle said he would go.
As soon as he was alone Shift went shambling along, sometimes on two paws and sometimes on four, till he reached his owhen he swung himself up from branch to branch, chattering and grinning all the time, a into his little house. He found needle and thread and a big pair of scissors there; for he was a clever Ape and the Dwarfs had taught him how to sew. He put the ball of thread (it was very thick stuff, more like cord than thread) into his mouth so that his cheek bulged out as if he were sug a big bit of toffee. He held the needle between his lips and took the scissors in his left paw.
Then he came dowree and shambled across to the lion-skin. He squatted down and got to work.
He saw at ohat the body of the lion-skin would be too long for Puzzle and its oo s?９９lｉｂ.hort. So he cut a good piece out of the body and used it to make a long collar for Puzzles long neck. The off the head and sewed the collar iween the head and the shoulders. He put threads on both sides of the skin so that it would tie up under Puzzles chest and stomach. Every now and then a bird would pass overhead and Shift would stop his work, looking anxiously up. He did not want ao see what he was doing. But none of the birds he saw were Talking Birds, so it didnt matter.
Late iernoon Puzzle came back. He was not trotting but only plodding patiently along, the way donkeys do.
"There werent any es," he said, "and there werent any bananas. And Im very tired." He lay down.
"e and try on your beautiful new lion-skin coat," said Shift.
"Oh bother that old skin," said Puzzle. "Ill try it on in the m. Im too tired tonight.”
"You are unkind, Puzzle," said Shift. "If youre tired what do you think I am? All day long, while youve been having a lovely refreshing walk down the valley, Ive been w hard to make you a coat. My paws are so tired I hardly hold these scissors.
And you wont say thank you -and you wont even look at the coat -and you dont care - and- and-”
"My dear Shift," said Puzzle getting up at once, "I am so sorry. Ive been horrid. Of course Id love to try it on. And it looks simply splendid. Do try it o once. Please do.”
"Well, stand still then," said the Ape. The skin was very heavy for him to lift, but in the end, with a lot of pulling and pushin99ｌib?g and puffing and blowing, he got it on to the donkey. He tied it underh Puzzles body aied the legs to Puzzles legs and the tail to Puzzles tail. A good deal of Puzzles grey nose and face could be seen through the open mouth of the lions head. No one who had ever seen a real lion would have been taken in for a moment. But if someone who had never seen a lion looked at Puzzle in his lion-skin he just might mistake him for a lion, if he didnt e too close, and if the light was not too good, and if Puzzle did out a bray and didnt make any h his hoofs.
"You look wonderful, wonderful," said the Ape. "If anyone saw you now, theyd think you were Aslan, the Great Lion, himself.”
"That would be dreadful," said Puzzle.
"No it wouldnt," said Shift. "Everyone would do whatever you told them.”
"But I dont want to tell them anything.”
"But you think of the good we could do!" said Shift. "Youd have me to advise you, you know. Id think of sensible orders for you to give. And everyone would have to obey us, even the King himself. We would set everything right in Narnia.”
"But isnt everything right already?" said Puzzle.
"What!" cried Shift. "Everything right?-when there are nes or bananas?”
"Well, you know," said Puzzle, "there arent many people - in fact, I dont think theres a yourself who wants those sort of things.”
"Theres sugar too," said Shift.
"Hm yes," said the Ass. "It would be nice if there was more sugar.”
"Well then, thats settled," said the Ape. "You will pretend to be Aslan, and Ill tell you what to say.”
"No, no, no," said Puzzle. "Dont say such dreadful things. It would be wrong, Shift. I maybe not very clever but I know that much. What would bee of us if the real Aslan turned up?”
"I expect hed be very pleased," said Shift. "Probably he sent us the lion -skin on purpose, so that we could set things tht. Anyway, he never does turn up, you know. Not nowadays.”
At that moment there came a great thunderclap right overhead and the ground trembled with a small earthquake. Both the animals lost their baland were flung on their faces.
"There!" gasped Puzzle, as soon as he had breath to speak. "Its a sign, a warning. I kneere doing something dreadfully wicked. Take this wretched skin off me at once.”
"No, no," said the Ape (whose mind worked very quickly). "Its a sigher way. I was just going to say that if the real Aslan, as you call him, meant us to go on with this, he would send us a thunderclap and ah-tremor. It was just oip of my tongue, only the sign itself came before I could get the words out. Youve got to do it now, Puzzle. And please do us have any more arguing. You know you dont uand these things. What could a donkey know about signs?”
CHAPTER TWO
THE RASHNESS OF THE KING About three weeks later the last of the Kings of Narnia sat uhe great oak which grew beside the door of his little hunting lodge, where he often stayed for ten days or so in the pleasant spriher. It was a low, thatched building not far from the Eastern end of Lantern Waste and some way above the meeting of the two rivers. He loved to live there simply and at ease, away from the state and pomp of Cair Paravel, the royal city.
His name was King Tirian, and he was betweey and twenty-five years old; his shoulders were already broad and strong and his limbs full of hard muscle, but his beard was still sty. He had blue eyes and a fearless, ho face.
There was no oh him that spring m except his dearest friend, Jewel the Uni. They loved each other like brothers and each had saved the others life in the wars. The lordly beast stood close beside the Kings chair, with its neck bent round polishing its blue hainst the creamy whiteness of its flank.
"I ot set myself to any work or sport today, Jewel," said the King. "I think of nothing but this wonderful news. Think you we shall hear any more of it today?”
"They are the most wonderful tidings ever heard in our days or our fathers or randfathers days, Sire," said Jewel, "if they are true.”
"How they choose but be true?" said the King. "It is more than a week ago that the first birds came flying over us saying, Aslan is here, Aslan has e to Narnia again.
And after that it was the squirrels. They had not seen him, but they said it was certain he was in the woods. Then came the Stag. He said he had seen him with his own eyes, a great way off, by moonlight, in Lantern Waste. Then came that dark Man with the beard, the mert from en. The enes care nothing for Aslan as we do; but the man spoke of it as a thing beyond doubt. And there was the Badger last night; he too had seen Aslan.”
"Indeed, Sire," answered Jewel, "I believe it all. If I seem not to, it is only that my joy is too great to let my belief settle itself. It is almost too beautiful to believe.”
"Yes," said the King with a great sigh, almost a shiver, of delight. "It is beyond all that I ever hoped for in all my l.ife.”
"Listen!" said Jewel, putting his head on one side and cog his ears forward.
"What is it?" asked the King.
"Hoofs, Sire," said Jewel. "A galloping horse. A very heavy horse. It must be one of the taurs. And look, there he is.”
A great, golden bearded taur, with mans sweat on his forehead and horses sweat on his chestnut flanks, dashed up to the King, stopped, and bowed low. "Hail, King," it cried in a voice as deep as a bulls.
"Ho, there!" said the King, looking over his shoulder towards the door of the hunting lodge. "A bowl of wine for the noble taur. Wele, Roonwit. When you have found your breath you shall tell us your errand.”
A page came out of the house carrying a great wooden bowl, curiously carved, and ha to the taur. The taur raised the bowl and said, "I drink first to Aslan and truth, Sire, and sedly to your Majesty.”
He fihe wine (enough for six strong men) at one draught and hahe empty bowl back to the page.
"Now, Roonwit," said the King. "Do y us more news of Aslan?”
Roonwit looked very grave, frowning a little.
"Sire," he said. "You know how long I have lived and studied the stars; for we taurs live lohan you Men, and even lohan your kind, Uni. Never in all my days have I seen such terrible things written in the skies as there have been nightly sihis year began. The stars say nothing of the ing of Aslan, nor of peace, nor of joy. I know by my art that there have not been such disastrous juns of the plas for five hundred years. It was already in my mind to e and warn your Majesty that some great evil hangs over Narnia. But last night the rumour reached me that Aslan is abroad in Narnia. Sire, do not believe this tale. It ot be. The stars never lie, but Men as do. If Aslan were really ing to Narnia the sky would have foretold it. If he were really e, all the most gracious stars would be assembled in his honour. It is all a lie.”
"A lie!" said the King fiercely. "What creature in Narnia or all the world would dare to lie on such a matter?" And, without knowing it, he laid his hand on his sword hilt.
"That I know not, Lord King," said the taur. "But I know there are liars oh; there are none among the stars.”
"I wonder," said Jewel, "whether Aslan might not e though all the stars foretold otherwise. He is not the slave of the stars but their Maker. Is it not said in all the old stories that He is not a tame lion.”
"Well said, well said, Jewel," cried the King. "Those are the very words: not a tame lion.
It es in many tales.”
Roonwit had just raised his hand and was leaning forward to say something very early to the King when all three of them turheir heads to listen to a wailing sound that was quickly drawing he wood was so thick to the West of them that they could not see the newer yet. But they could soohe words.
"Woe, woe, woe!" called the voice. "Woe for my brothers and sisters! Woe for the holy trees! The woods are laid waste. The axe is loosed against us. We are being felled. Great trees are falling, falling, falling.”
With the last "falling" the speaker came in sight. She was like a woman but so tall that her head was on a level with the taurs yet she was like a tree too. It is hard to explain if you have never seen a Dryad but quite unmistakable once you have - something different in the colour, the voice, and the hair. King Tirian and the two Beasts k ohat she was the ny藏书网mph of a beech tree.
"Justice, Lord King!" she cried. "e to our aid. Protect your people. They are felling us in Lantern Waste.
Freat trunks of my brothers and sisters are already on the ground.”
"What, Lady! Felling Lantern Waste? Murdering the talking trees?" cried the King, leaping to his feet and drawing his sword. "How dare they? And who dares it? Now by the Mane of Aslan-”
"A-a-a-h," gabbr>sped the Dryad shuddering as if in pain - shuddering time after time as if under repeated blows. Then all at once she fell sideways as suddenly as if both her feet had been cut from under her. For a sed they saw her lying dead on the grass and then she vahey knew what had happened. Her tree, miles away, had been cut down.
For a moment the Kings grief and anger were so great that he could not speak. Then he said: "e, friends. We must go up river and find the villains who have dohis, with all the speed we may. I will leave not one of them alive.”
"Sire, with a good will," said Jewel.
But Roonwit said, "Sire, be wary in your just wrath. There are strange doings on foot. If there should be rebels in arms further up the valley, we three are too few to meet them. If it would please you to wait while -”
"I will not wait the tenth part of a sed," said the King. "But while Jewel .and I go forward, do you gallop as hard as you may to Cair Paravel. Here is my ring for your toke me a score of men-at-arms, all well mounted, and a score of Talking Dogs, and ten Dwarfs (let them all be fell archers), and a Leopard or so, and Sto the Giant. Bring all these after us as quickly as may be.”
"With a good will, Sire," said Roonwit. And at once he turned and galloped Eastward down the valley.
The King strode on at a great pace, sometimes muttering to himself and sometimes g his fists. Jewel walked beside him, saying nothing; so there was no souween them but the faint jingle of a rich gold that hung round the Unis ned the noise of two feet and four hoofs.
They soon reached the River and turned up it where there was a grassy road: they had the water on their left and the forest on their right. Soon after that they came to the place where the ground grew rougher and thick wood came down to the waters edge. The road, what there was of it, now ran on the Southern bank and they had to ford the River to reach it. It to Tirians arm-pits, but Jewel (who had fs and was therefore steadier) kept on his right so as to break the force of the current, and Tirian put his strong arm round the Unis strong ned they both got safely over. The King was still so angry that he hardly noticed the cold of the water. But of course he dried his sword very carefully on the shoulder of his cloak, which was the only dry part of him, as soon as they came to shore.
They were now goiward with the River on their right and Lantern Waste straight ahead of them. They had not gone more than a mile when they both stopped and both spoke at the same moment. The King said "What have we here?" and Jewel said "Look!”
"It is a raft," said King Tirian.
And so it was. Half a dozen splendid tree-trunks, all newly cut and newly lopped of their branches, had been lashed together to make a raft, and were gliding swiftly down the river. On the front of the raft there was a water rat with a pole to steer it.
"Hey! Water-Rat! What are you about?" cried the King.
"Taking logs down to sell to the enes, Sire," said the Rat, toug his ear as he might have touched his cap if he had had one.
"enes!" thuirian. "What do you mean? Who gave order for these trees to be felled?”
The River flows so swiftly at that time of the year that the raft had already glided past the King and Jewel. But the Water-Rat looked back over its shoulder and shouted out: "The Lions orders, Sire. Aslan himself." He added something more but they couldnt hear..
The King and the Uni stared at one another and both looked more frightehan they had ever been in any battle.
"Aslan," said the King at last, in a very low voice. "Aslan. Could it be true? Could he be felling the holy trees and murdering the Dryads?”
"Uhe Dryads have all done something dreadfully wrong-" murmured Jewel.
"But selling them to enes!" said the King. "Is it possible?”
"I dont know," said Jewel miserably. "Hes not a tame lion.”
"Well," said the King at last, "we must go on and take the advehat es to us.”
"It is the only thi for us to do, Sire," said the Uni. He did not see at the moment how foolish it was for two of them to go on alone; nor did the King. They were too angry to think clearly. But much evil came of their rashness in the end.
Suddenly the King leaned hard on his friends ned bowed his head.
"Jewel," he said, "what lies before us? Horrible thoughts arise in my heart. If we had died before today we should have been happy.”
"Yes," said Jewel. "We have lived too long. The worst thing in the world has e upon us." They stood like that for a minute or two and the on.
Before long they could hear the hack-hack-hack of axes falling on timber, though they could see nothi because there was a rise of the ground in front of them. When they had reached the top of it they could see right into Lantern Waste itself. And the Kings face turned white when he saw it.
Right through the middle of that a forest - that forest where the trees of gold and of silver had once grown and where a child from our world had once plahe Tree of Prote - a broad lane had already been opened. It was a hideous lane like a raw gash in the land, full of muddy ruts where felled trees had been dragged down to the river.
There was a great crowd of people at work, and a crag of whips, and horses tugging and straining as they dragged at the logs. The first thing that struck the King and the Uni was that about half the people in the crowd were not Talkis but Men.
The hing was that these men were not the fair-haired men of Narnia: they were dark, bearded men from en, that great and cruel try that lies beyond Arland across the desert to the south. There was no reason, of course, why one should not meet a ene or two in Narnia - a mert or an ambassador - for there eace between Narnia and en in those days. But Tirian could not uand why there were so many of them: nor why they were cutting down a Narnian forest. He grasped his sword tighter and rolled his cloak round his left arm. They came quickly down among the men.
Two enes were driving a horse which was haro a log. Just as the King reached them the log had got stu a bad muddy place.
"Get on, son of sloth! Pull, you lazy pig!" cried the enes, crag their whips.
The horse was already straining himself as hard as he could; his eyes were red and he was covered with foam.
"Work, lazy brute," shouted one of the enes: and as he spoke he struck the horse savagely with his whip. It was then that the really dreadful thing happened.
Up till now Tirian had taken it frahat the horses which the enes were driviheir own horses; dumb, witless animals like the horses of our own world.
And though he hated to see even a dumb horse overdriven, he was of course thinking more about the murder of the Trees. It had never crossed his mind that anyone would dare to harness one of the free Talking Horses of Narnia, much less to use a whip on it.
But as that savage blow fell the horse reared up and said, half screaming: "Fool and tyrant! Do you not see I am doing all I ?”
When Tiriahat the Horse was one of his own Narnians, there came over him and over Jewel such a rage that they did not know what they were doing. The Kings sword went up, the Unis hor down. They rushed forward together. moment both the enes lay dead, the one beheaded by Tirians sword and the ored through the heart by Jewels horn.
CHAPTER THREE
THE APE IN ITS GLORY "MASTER Horse, Master Horse," said Tirian as he hastily cut its traces, "how came these aliens to enslave you? Is Narnia quered? Has there been a battle?”
"No, Sire," pahe horse, "Aslan is here. It is all by his orders. He has anded -”
"Ware danger, King," said Jewel. Tirian looked up and saw that enes (mixed with a few Talkis) were beginning to run towards them from every dire. The two dead men had died without a cry and so it had taken a moment before the rest of the crowd knew what had happened. But now they did. Most of them had naked scimitars in their hands.
"Quiy back," said Jewel.
The King flung himself astride of his old friend who turned and galloped away. He ged dire twice or thrice as soon as they were out of sight of their enemies, crossed a stream, and shouted without slaing his pace, "Whither away, Sire? To Cair Paravel?”
"Hold hard, friend," said Tirian. "Let me off." He slid off the Unis bad faced him.
"Jewel," said the King. "We have done a dreadful deed.”
"We were sorely provoked," said Jewel.
"But to leap on them unawares - without defying them while they were unarmed - faugh!
We are two murderers, Jewel. I am dishonoured forever.”
Jewel drooped his head. He too was ashamed.
"And then," said the King, "the Horse said it was by Aslans orders. The Rat said the same. They all say Aslan is here. How if it were true?”
"But, Sire, how could Aslan be anding such dreadful things?”
"He is not a tame lion," said Tirian. "How should we know what he would do? We, who are murderers. Jewel, I will go back. I will give up my sword and put myself in the hands of these enes and ask that they bring me before Asla him do justie.”
"You will go to your death, then," said Jewel.
"Do you think I care if Aslan dooms me to death?" said the King. "That would be nothing, nothing at all. Would it not be better to be dead than to have this horrible fear that Aslan has e and is not like the Aslan we have believed in and longed for? It is as if the sun rose one day and were a black sun.”
"I know," said Jewel. "Or as if you drank water and it were dry water. You are in the right, Sire. This is the end of all things. Let us go and give ourselves up.”
"There is no need for both of us to go.”
"If ever we loved one another, let me go with you now," said the Uni. "If you are dead and if Aslan is not Aslan, what life is left for me?”
They turned and walked back together, shedding bitter tears.
As soon as they came to the place where the work was going on the enes raised a cry and came towards them with their ons in hand. But the King held out his sword with the hilt towards them and said: "I who was King of Narnia and am now a dishonoured knight give myself up to the justice of Aslan. Bring me before him.”
"And I give myself up too," said Jewe..
an: youre only a fat, stupid old Bear. What do you know about freedom? You think freedom means doing what you like. Well, youre wrong. That isnt true freedom. True freedom means doing what I tell you.”
"H-n-n-h," gruhe Bear and scratched its head; it found this sort of thing hard to uand.
"Please, please," said the high voice of a woolly lamb, who was so young that everyone was surprised he dared to speak at all.
"What is it now?" said the Ape. "Be quick.”
"Please," said the Lamb, "I t uand. What have we to do with the enes?
We belong to Aslan. They belong to Tash. They have a god called Tash. They say he has four arms and the head of a vulture. They kill Men on his altar. I dont believe theres any such person as Tash. But if there was, how could Aslan be friends with him?”
All the animals cocked their heads sideways and all their bright eyes flashed towards the Ape. They k was the best question anyone had asked yet.
The Ape jumped up and spat at the Lamb.
"Baby!" he hissed. "Silly little bleater! Go home to your mother and drink milk. What do you uand of such things? But the others, listen. Tash is only another name for Aslan. All that old idea of us being right and the enes wrong is silly. We know better now. The enes use different words but we all mean the same thing. Tash and Aslan are only two different names for you know Who. Thats why there ever be any quarrel between them. Get that into your heads, you stupid brutes. Tash is Aslan: Aslan is Tash.”
You know how sad your own dogs face look sometimes. Think of that and then think of all the faces of those Talkis - all those ho, humble, bewildered Birds, Bears, Badgers, Rabbits, Moles, and Mice - all far sadder than that. Every tail was down, every whisker drooped. It would have broken your heart with very pity to see their faces.
There was only one who did not look at all unhappy.
It was a ginger Cat - a great big Tom in the prime of life - who sat bolt upright with his tail curled round his toes, in the very front row of all the Beasts. He had been staring hard at the Ape and the ene captain all the time a9９ｌiｂ?nd had never once blinked his eyes.
"Excuse me," said the Cat very politely, "but this is me. Does your friend from en say the same?”
"Assuredly," said the ene. "The enlightened Ape - Man, I mean - is in the right.
Aslan meaher less nor more than Tash.”
"Especially, Aslan means no more than Tash?" suggested the Cat.
"No more at all," said the ene, looking the Cat straight in the face.
"Is that good enough for you, Ginger?" said the Ape.
"Oh certainly," said Ginger coolly. "Thank you very much. I only wao be quite clear. I think I am beginning to uand.”
Up till now the King and Jewel had said nothing: they were waiting until the Ape should bid them speak, for they thought it was no use interrupting. But now, as Tirian looked round on the miserable faces of the Narnians, and saw how they would all believe that Aslan and Tash were one and the same, he could bear it no longer.
"Ape," he cried with a great voice, "you lie damnably. You lie like a ene. You lie like an Ape.”
He meant to go on and ask how the terrible god Tash who fed on the blood of his people could possibly be the same as the good Lion by whose blood all Narnia was saved. If he had been allowed to speak, the rule of the Ape might have ehat day; the Beasts might have seeruth and thrown the Ape down. But before he could say another word two eruck him in the mouth with all their force, and a third, from behind, kicked his feet from under him. And as he fell, the Ape squealed in rage and terror.
"Take him away. Take him away. Take him where he ot hear us, nor we hear him.
There tie him to a tree. I will - I mean, Aslan will - do justi him later.”
CHAPTER FOUR
WHAT HAPPEHAT NIGHT
THE King was so dizzy from being knocked down that he hardly knew what was happening until the enes untied his wrists and put his arms straight down by his sides a him with his back against an ash tree. Then they bound ropes round his ankles and his knees and his waist and his chest a him there. What worried him worst at the moment - for it is often little things that are hardest to stand - was that his lip was bleeding where they had hit him and he couldnt wipe the little trickle of blood away although it tickled him.
From where he was he could still see the little stable oop of the hill and the Ape sitting in front of it. He could just hear the Apes voice still going on and, every now and then, some answer from the crowd, but he could not make out the words.
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wonder what theyve doo Jewel," thought the King.
Presently the crowd of beasts broke up and began going away in different dires.
Some passed close to Tirian. They looked at him as if they were both frightened and sorry to see him tied up but none of them spoke. Soon they had all gone and there was silen the wood. Then hours and hours went past and Tirian became first very thirsty and then very hungry; and as the afternoed on and turned into evening, he became cold too. His back was very sore. The su down and it began to be twilight.
When it was almost dark Tirian heard a light pitter-patter of feet and saw some small creatures ing towards him. The three on the left were Mice, and there was a Rabbit in the middle: on the right were two Moles. Both these were carrying little bags on their backs which gave them a curious look in the dark so that at first he wondered what kind of beasts they were. Then, in a moment, they were all standing up on their hind legs, laying their cool paws on his knees and giving his knees snuffly animal kisses. (They could reach his knees because Narnian Talkis of that sort are bigger than the dumb beasts of the same kind in England.)
"Lord King! dear Lord King," said their shrill voices, "we are so sorry for you. We darent untie you because Aslan might be angry with us. But weve brought you your supper.”
At ohe first Mouse climbed nimbly up till he erched on the rope that bound Tirians chest and was wrinkling his blunt nose in front of Tirians face. Then the seouse climbed up and hung on just below the first Mouse. The other beasts stood on the ground and began handing things up.
"Drink, Sire, and then youll find you are able to eat," said the topmost Mouse, and Tirian found that a little wooden cup was beio his lips. It was only the size of an egg cup so that he had hardly tasted the wine in it before it was empty. But then the Mouse passed it down and the others re-filled it and it assed up again and Tiriaied it a sed time. In this way they went on till he had quite a good drink, which was all the better for ing in little doses, for that is more thirst-queng than one long draught.
"Here is cheese, Sire," said the first Mouse, "but not very much, for fear it would make you too thirsty." And after the cheese they fed him with oat-cakes and fresh butter, and then with some more wine.
"Now hand up the water," said the first Mouse, "and Ill wash the Kings face. There is blood on it.”
Then Tiria something like a tiny sponge dabbing his face, and it was most refreshing.
"Little friends," said Tirian, "how I thank you for all this?”
"You , you ," said the little voices. "What else could we do? We dont want any other King. Were your people. If it was only the Ape and the enes whainst you we would have fought till we were cut into pieces before wed let them tie you up. We would, we would indeed. But we t go against Aslan.”
"Do you think it really is Aslan?" asked the King.
"Oh yes, yes," said the Rabbit. "He came out of the stable last night. We all saw him.”
"What was he like?" said the King.
"Like a terrible, great Lion, to be sure," said one of the Mice.
"And you think it is really Aslan who is killing the Wood-Nymphs and making you all slaves to the King of en?”
"Ah, thats bad, isnt it?" said the seouse. "It would have beeer if wed died before all this began. But theres no doubt about it. Everyone says it is Aslans orders.
And weve seen him. We didnt think Aslan would be like that. Why, we - we wanted him to e back to Narnia.”
"He seems to have e back very angry this time," said the first Mouse. "We must all have done something dreadfully wrong without knowing it. He must be punishing us for something. But I do think we might be told what it was!”
"I suppose what were doing now may be wrong," said the Rabbit.
"I dont care if it is," said one of the Moles. "Id do it again.”
But the others said, "Oh hush," and "Do be careful," and then they all said, "Were sorry, dear King, but we must go baow. It would never do for us to be caught here.”
"Leave me at once, dear Beasts," said Tirian. "I would not for all Narnia bring any of you into danger.”
"Goodnight, goodnight," said the Beasts, rubbing their noses against his knees. "We will e back - if we ." Then they all pattered away and the wood seemed darker and colder and lohan it had been before they came.
The stars came out and time went slowly on - imagine how slowly - while that last King of Narnia stood stiff and sore and upright against the tree in his bonds. But at last something happened.
Far away there appeared a red light. Then it disappeared for a moment and came back again, bigger and strohen he could see dark shapes going to and fro on this side of the light and carrying bundles and throwing them down. He knehat he was looking at. It was a bonfire, newly lit, and people were throwing bundles of brushwood on to it. Presently it blazed up and Tirian could see that it was on the very top of the hill.
He could see quite clearly the stable behind it, all lit up in the red glow, and a great crowd of Beasts and Meween the fire and himself. A small figure, hunched up beside the fire, must be the Ape. It was saying something to the crowd, but he could not hear what.
Then it went and bowed three times to the ground in front of the door of the stable. Then it got up and opehe door. And something on fs - something that walked rather stiffly - came out of the stable and stood fag the crowd.
A great wailing or howli up, so loud that Tirian could hear some of the words.
"Aslan! Aslan! Aslan!" cried the Beasts. "Speak to us. fort us. Be angry with us no more.”
From where Tirian was he could not make out very clearly what the thing was; but he could see that it was yellow and hairy. He had never seen the Great Lion. He had never seen a on lion. He couldnt be sure that what he saw was not the real Aslan. He had not expected Aslan to look like that stiff thing which stood and said nothing. But how could one be sure? For a moment horrible thoughts went through his mind: then he remembered the nonsense about Tash and Aslan being the same and khat the whole thing must be a cheat.
The Ape put his head close up to the yellow things head as if he were listening to something it was whispering to him. Theurned and spoke to the crowd, and the crowd wailed again. Then the yellow thing turned clumsily round and walked - you might almost say, waddled - bato the stable and the Ape shut the door behind it. After that the fire must have been put out for the light vanished quite suddenly, and Tirian was once more aloh the cold and the darkness.
He thought of other Kings who had lived and died in Narnia in old times and it seemed to him that none of them had ever been so unlucky as himself. He thought of his great-grandfathers great-grandfather King Rilian who had been stolen away by a Witch when he was only a young prind kept hidden for years in the dark caves beh the land of the Northern Giants. But then it had all e; right in the end, for two mysterious
children had suddenly appeared from the land beyond the worlds end and had rescued him so that he came home to Narnia and had a long and prospern. "Its not like that with me," said Tirian to himself. Then he went further bad: thought about Rilians father, Caspian the Seafarer, whose wicked uncle King Miraz had tried to murder him and hoian had fled away into the woods and lived among the Dwarfs. But that story too had all e right in the end: for Caspian also had been helped by children - only there were four of them that time - who came from somewhere beyond the world and fought a great battle a him on his fathers throne. "But it was all long ago," said Tirian to himself. "That sort of thing doesnt happen now." And then he remembered (for he had always been good at history when he was a boy) how those same four children who had helped Caspian had been in Narnia over a thousand years before; and it was then that they had dohe most remarkable thing of all. For then they had defeated the terrible White Witd ehe Hundred Years of Winter, and after that they had reigned (all four of them together) at Cair Paravel, till they were no longer children but great Kings and lovely Queens, and their reign had been the golden age of .? Narnia. And Aslan had e into that story a lot. He had e into all the other stories too, as Tirian now remembered. "Aslan - and children from another world," thought Tirian. "They have always e ihings were at their worst. Oh, if only they could now.”
And he called out "Aslan! Aslan! Aslan! e and help us now.”
But the darkness and the cold and the quietness went on just the same.
"Let me be killed," cried the King. "I ask nothing for myself. But e and save all Narnia.”
And still there was no ge in the night or the wood, but there began to be a kind of ge iirian. Without knowing why, he began to feel a faint hope. And he felt somehow stronger. "Oh Aslan, Aslan," he whispered. "If you will not e yourself, at least sehe helpers from beyond the world. Or let me call them. Let my voice carry beyond the world." Then, hardly knowing that he was doing it, he suddenly cried out in a great voice: "Children! Children! Friends of Narnia! Quick. e to me. Across the worlds I call you; I Tirian, King of Narnia, Lord of Cair Paravel, and Emperor of the Lone Islands!”
And immediately he lunged into a dream (if it was a dream) more vivid than any he had had in his life.
He seemed to be standing in a lighted room where seven people sat round a table. It looked as if they had just fiheir meal. Two of those people were very old, an old man with a white beard and an old woman with wise, merry, twinkling eyes. He who sat at the right hand of the old man was hardly full growainly youhan Tirian himself, but his face had already the look of a king and a warrior. And you could almost say the same of the other youth who sat at the right hand of the old woman. Fag Tirian across the table sat a fair-haired girl youhaher of these, and oher side of her
a boy and girl who were youill. They were all dressed in what seemed to Tirian the oddest kind of clothes.
But he had no time to think about details like that, for instantly the younger boy and both the girls started to their feet, and one of them gave a little scream. The old woman started and drew in her breath sharply. The old man must have made some sudden movement too for the wine glass which stood at his right hand was swept off the table: Tirian could hear the tinkling noise as it broke on the floor.
Then Tirian realized that these people could see him; they were staring at him as if they saw a ghost. But he noticed that the king-like one who sat at the old mans right never moved (though he turned pale) except that he ched his haight. Then he said: "Speak, if youre not a phantom or a dream. You have a Narnian look about you and we are the seven friends of Narnia.”
Tirian was longing to speak, aried to cry out aloud that he was Tirian of Narnia, i need of help. But he found (as I have sometimes found in dreams too) that his voice made no all.
The one who had already spoken to him rose to his feet. "Shadow or spirit or whatever you are," he said, fixing his eyes full upon Tirian. "If you are from Narnia, I charge you in the name of Aslan, speak to me. I am Peter the High King.”
The room began to swim before Tirians eyes. He heard the voices of those seven people all speaking at once, and all getting fainter every sed, and they were saying things like, "Look! Its fading." "Its melting away." "Its vanishing." moment he was wide awake, still tied to the tree, colder and stiffer thahe wood was full of the pale, dreary light that es before sunrise, and he was soaki with dew; it was nearly m.
That waking was about the worst moment he had ever had in his life.
CHAPTER FIVE
HOW HELP CAME TO THE KING Bur his misery did not last long. Almost at ohere came a bump, and then a sed bump, and two children were standing before him. The wood in front of him had been quite empty a sed before and he khey had not e from behind his tree, for he would have heard them. They had in fact simply appeared from nowhere. He saw at a glahat they were wearing the same queer, dingy sort of clothes as the people in his
dream; and he saw, at a sed glahat they were the you boy and girl out of that party of seven.
"Gosh!" said the boy, "that took ones breath away! I thought -”
"Hurry up a him untied," said the girl. "We talk, afterwards." Then she added, turning to Tirian, "Im sorry weve been so long. We came the moment we could.”
While she eaking the Boy produced a knife from his pocket and was quickly cutting the Kings bonds: too quickly, in fact, for the King was so stiff and numb that when the last cord was cut he fell forward on his hands and knees. He could up again till he had brought some life bato his legs by a good rubbing.
"I say," said the girl. "It was you, wasnt it, eared to us that night when we were all at supper? Nearly a week ago.”
"A week, fair maid?" said Tirian. "My dream led me into your world scarce ten minutes since.”
"Its the usual muddle about times, Pole," said the Boy.
"I remember now," said Tirian. "That too es in all the old tales. The time of your strange land is different from ours. But if we speak of Time, tis time to be gone from here: for my enemies are close at hand. Will you e with me?”
"Of course," said the girl. "Its you weve e to help.”
Tirian got to his feet ahem rapidly down hill, Southward and away from the stable. He knew where he meant to go but his first aim was to get to rocky places where they would leave no trail, and his sed to cross some water so that they would leave no st. This took them about an hours scrambling and wading and while that was going on nobody had any breath to talk. But even so, Tiria on stealing gla his panions. The wonder of walking beside the creatures from another world made him feel a little dizzy: but it also made all the old sto9９ｌｉb.
ries seem far more real than they had ever seemed before . . . anything might happen now.
"Now," said Tirian as they came to the head of a little valley which ran down before them among young birch trees, "we are out of danger of those villains for a spad may walk more easily." The sun had risen, dew-drops were twinkling on every branch, and birds were singing.
"What about some grub? - I mean for you, Sir, we two have had our breakfast," said the Boy.
Tirian wondered very much what he meant by "grub", but when the Boy opened a bulgy satchel which he was carrying and pulled out a rather greasy and squashy packet, he uood. He was ravenously hungry, though he hadnt thought about it till that moment. There were two hard-boiled egg sandwiches, and two cheese sandwiches, and two with some kind of paste in them. If he hadnt been so hungry he wouldnt have thought much of the paste, for that is a sort of food nobody eats in Narnia. By the time he had eaten all six sandwiches they had e to the bottom of the valley and there they found a mossy cliff with a little fountain bubbling out of it. All three stopped and drank and splashed their hot faces.
"And now," said the girl as she tossed her wet hair back from her forehead, "arent you going to tell us who you are and why you were tied up and what its all about?”
"With a good will, damsel," said Tirian. "But we must keep on the march." So while they went on walkiold them who he was and all the things that had happeo him.
"And now," he said at the end, "I am going to a certain tower, one of three that were built in my grandsires time to guard Lantern Waste against certain perilous outlaws who dwelled there in his day. By Aslans good will I was not robbed of my keys. In that tower we shall find stores of ons and mail and some victuals also, though no better than dry biscuit. There also we lie safe while we make our plans. And now, prithee, tell me who you two are and all your story.”
"Im Eustace Scrubb and this is Jill Pole," said the Boy. "And we were here once before, ages and ages ago, more than a year ago by our time, and there was a chap called Prince Rilian, and they were keeping this chap underground, and Puddleglum put his foot in -”
"Ha!" cried Tirian, "are you then that Eustad that Jill who rescued King Rilian from his long entment?”
"Yes, thats us," said Jill. "So hes King Rilian now, is he? Oh of course he would be. I fot-”
"Nay," said Tirian, "I am the seventh in dest from him. He has been dead over two hundred years.”
Jill made a face. "Ugh!" she said. "Thats the horrid part about ing back to Narnia.”
But Eustace went on.
"Well now you knoe are, Sire," he said. "And it was like this. The Professor and Aunt Polly had got all us friends of Narnia together -”
"I know not thes..e names, Eustace," said Tirian.
"Theyre the two who came into Narnia at the very beginning, the day all the animals learo talk.”
"By the Lions Mane," cried Tirian. "Those two! The Lord Digory and the Lady Polly!
From the dawn of the world! And still in your place? The wonder and the glory of it! But tell me, tell me.”
"She isnt really our aunt, you know," said Eustace. "Shes Miss Plummer, but we call her Aunt Polly. Well those two got us all together partly just for fun, so that we could all have a good jaw about Narnia (for of course theres no one else we ever talk to about things like that) but partly because the Professor had a feeling that we were somehow wanted over here. Well then you came in like a ghost oodness-knows-what and nearly frightehe lives out of us and vanished without saying a word. After that, we knew for certain there was something up.
The question was how to get here. You t go just by wanting to. So we talked and talked and at last the Professor said the only way would be by the Magic Rings. It was by ths that he and Aunt Polly got here long, long ago when they were only kids, years before we younger ones were born. But the Rings had all been buried in the garden of a house in London (thats town, Sire) and the house had been sold. So then the problem was how to get at them. Youll never guess what we did in the end! Peter and Edm?und - thats the High Kier, the one who spoke to you - went up to London to get into the garden from the back, early in the m before people were up. They were dressed like workmen so that if anyone did see them it would look as if theyd e to do something about the drains. I wish Id been with them: it must have been glorious fun.
And they must have succeeded for day Peter sent us a wire - thats a sort of message, Sire, Ill explain about it some other time - to say hed got the Rings. And the day after that was the day Pole and I had to go back to school - were the only two who are still at school and were at the same one. So Peter and Edmuo meet us at a pla the way down to school and hand over the Rings. It had to be us tere to go to Narnia, you see, because the older ones couldnt e again. So we got into the train thats a kind of thing people travel in in our world: a lot of wagons ed together - and the Professor and Aunt Polly and Lucy came with us. We wao keep together as long as we could. Well there we were irain. And we were just getting to the statiohe others were to meet us, and I was looking out of the window to see if I could see them when suddenly there came a most frightful jerk and a noise: and there we were in Narnia and there was your Majesty tied up to the tree.”
"So you never used the Rings?" said Tirian.
"No," said Eustace. "Never even saw them. Aslan did it all for us in his oithout any Rings.”
"But the High Kier has them," said Tirian.
"Yes," said Jill. "But we dont think he use them. Whewo other Pevensies - King Edmund and Queen Lucy - were last here, Aslan said they would never e to Narnia again. And he said something of the same sort to the High King, only lo.
You may be sure hell e like a shot if hes allowed.”
"Gosh!" said Eustace. "Its getting hot in this sun. Are we nearly there, Sire?”
"Look," said Tirian and pointed. Not many yards away grey battlements rose above the tree-tops, and after a minutes more walking they came out in an open grassy space. A stream ran across it and on the far side of the stream stood a squat, square tower with very few and narrow windows and one heavy-looking door in the wall that faced them.
Tirian looked sharply this way and that to make sure that no enemies were in sight. Then he walked up to the tower and stood still for a moment fishing up his bunch of keys which he wore inside his hunting-dress on a narrow silver that went round his neck.
It was a nice bunch of keys that he brought out, for twolden and many were richly ored: you could see at ohat they were keys made for opening solemn a rooms in palaces, or chests and caskets of sweet-smelling wood that tained royal treasures. But the key which he now put into the lock of the door was big and plain and more rudely made. The lock was stiff and for a moment Tirian began to be afraid that he would not be able to turn it: but at last he did and the door swung open with a sullen creak.
"Wele friends," said Tirian. "I fear this is the best palace that the King of Narnia ow offer to his guests.”
Tirian leased to see that the twers had been well brought up. They both said not to mention it and that they were sure it would be very nice.
As a matter of fact it was not particularly was rather dark and smelled very damp.
There was only one room in it and this room went right up to the stone roof: a wooden staircase in one er led up to a trap door by which you could get out on the battlements. There were a few rude bunks to sleep in, and a great many lockers and buhere was also a hearth which looked as if nobody had lit a fire in it freat many years.
"Wed better go out and gather some firewood first thing, hadnt we?" said Jill.
"Not yet, rade," said Tirian. He was determihat they should not be caught unarmed, and began searg the lockers, thankfully remembering that he had always been careful to have these garrison towers ied once a year and to make sure that they were stocked with all things needful. The bow strings were there in their cs of oiled silk, the swords and spears were greased against rust, and the armour was kept bright in its ings. But there was something eveer. "Look you!" said Tirian as he drew out a long mail shirt of a curious pattern and flashed it before the childrens eyes.
"Thats funny-looking mail, Sire," said Eustace.
"Aye, lad," said Tirian. "No Narnian Dwarf smithied that. Tis mail of en, outlandish gear. I have ever kept a few suits of it in readiness, for I never knew when I or
my friends might have reason to walk unseen iisrocs land. And look on this stotle. In this there is a juice which, when we have rubbed it on our hands and faces, will make us brown as enes.”
"Oh hurrah!" said Jill. "Disguise! I love disguises.”
Tirian showed them how to pour out a little of the juito the palms of their hands and then rub it well over their faces and necks, right down to the shoulders, and then on their hands, right up to the elbows. He did the same himself.
"After this has hardened on us," he said, "we may wash in water and it will not ge.
Nothing but oil and ashes will make us white Narnians again. And now, sweet Jill, let us go see how this mail shirt bees you. Tis something too long, yet not so much as I feared. Doubtless it beloo a page irain of one of their Tarkaans.”
After the mail shirts they put on es, which are little round ones fitting tight to the head and having a spike on top. Then Tirian took long rolls of some white stuff out of the locker and wound them over the helmets till they became turbans: but the little steel spike still stuck up in the middle. He aace took curved ene swords and little round shields. There was no sword light enough for Jill, but he gave her a long, straight hunting knife which might do for a sword at a pinch.
"Hast any skill with the bow, maiden?" said Tirian.
"Nothing worth talking of," said Jill, blushing. "Scrubbs not bad.”
"Dont you believe her, Sire," said Eustace. "Weve both been practising archery ever since we got back from Narnia last time, and shes about as good as me now. Not that either of us is much.”
Then Tirian gave Jill a bow and a quiver full of arrows. The business was to light a fire, for ihat tower it still felt more like a cave than like anything indoors a one shivering. But they got warm gathering wood - the sun was now at its highest - and ohe blaze was r up the ey the place began to look cheerful. Dinner was, however, a dull meal, for the best they could do was to pound up some of the hard biscuit which they found in a locker and pour it into boiling water, with salt, so as to make a kind of pe. And of course there was nothing to drink but water.
"I wish wed brought a packet of tea," said Jill.
"Or a tin of cocoa," said Eustace.
"A firkin or so of good wine in each of these towers would not have been amiss," said Tirian.
CHAPTER SIX
A GOOD NIGHTS WORK ABOUT four hours later Tirian flung himself into one of the bunks to snatch a little sleep. The two children were already sn: he had made them go to bed before he did because they would have to be up most of the night and he khat at their age they couldnt do without sleep. Also, he had tired them out. First he had given Jill some practi archery and found that, though not up to Narnian standards, she was really not too bad. Indeed she had succeeded in shooting a rabbit (not a Talking rabbit, of course: there are lots of the ordinary kind about iern Narnia) and it was already skinned, ed, and hanging up. He had found that both the children knew all about this chilly and smelly job; they had learhat kind of thing on their great jourhrough Giant-Land in the days of Prince Rilian. Then he had tried to teach Eustace how to use his sword and shield. Eustace had learned quite a lot about sword fighting on his earlier adventures but that had been all with a straight Narnian sword. He had never handled a curved ene scimitar and that made it hard, for many of the strokes are quite different and some of the habits he had learned with the long sword had now to be unlearned again. But Tirian found that he had a good eye and was very quick on his feet.
He was surprised at the strength of both children: in fact they both seemed to be already much stronger and bigger and mrown-up than they had been when he first met them a few ho. It is one of the effects whiarnian air often has on visitors from our world.
All three of them agreed that the very first thing they must do was to go back to Stable Hill and try to rescue Jewel the Uni. After that, if they succeeded, they would try to get away Eastward ahe little army which Roonwit the taur would be bringing from Cair Paravel.
An experienced warrior and huntsman like Tirian always wake up at the time he wants. So he gave himself till nine oclock that night and then put all worries out of his head and fell asleep at o seemed only a moment later when he woke but he knew by the light and the very feel of things that he had timed his sleep exactly. He got up, put on his helmet-and-turban (he had slept in his mail shirt), and then shook the other two till they woke up. They looked, to tell the truth, very grey and dismal as they climbed out of their bunks and there was a good deal of yawning.
"Now," said Tirian, "we go due North from here - by good fortuis a starry night - and it will be much shorter than our jourhis m, for then we went round-about but now we shall ght. If we are challehen do you two hold your pead I will do my best to talk like a curst, cruel, proud lord of en. If I draw my sword then thou, Eustace, must do likewise a Jill leap behind us and stand with an arrow oring. But if I cry `Home, then fly for the Tower both of you. And let ry to fight on - not everoke after I have givereat: such false valour has spoiled many notable plans in the wars. And now, friends, in the name of Asla us go forward.”
Out they went into the cold night. All the great Northern stars were burning above the tree-tops. The North-Star of that world is called the Spear-Head: it is brighter than our Pole Star.
For a time they could ght towards the Spear-Head but presently they came to a dehicket so that they had to go out of their course to get round it. And after that -for they were still overshadowed by branches - it was hard to pick up their bearings. It was Jill who set them right again: she had been an excellent Guide in England. And of course she knew her Narnian stars perfectly, having travelled so mu the wild Northern Lands, and could work out the dire from other stars evehe Spear-Head was hidden. As soon as Tirian saw that she was the best pathfinder of the three of them he put her in front. And then he was astoo find how silently and almost invisibly she glided on before them.
"By the Mane!" he whispered to Eustace. "This girl is a wondrous wood-maid. If she had Dryads blood in her she could scarce do it better.”
"Shes so small, thats what helps," whispered Eustace. But Jill from in front said: "S-s-s-h, less noise.”
All round them the wood was very quiet. I was far too quiet. On an ordinary Narnia night there ought to have been noises - an occasional cheery "Goodnight" from a Hedgehog, the cry of an Owl overhead, perhaps a flute in the distao tell of Fauns dang, or some throbbing, hammering noises from Dwarfs underground. All that was silenced: gloom and fear reigned over Narnia.
After a time they began to go steeply uphill and the trees grew further apart. Tirian could dimly make out the wellknown hill-top and the stable. Jill was now going with more and more caution: she kept on making signs to the others with her hand to do the same. Theopped dead still and Tirian saw her gradually sink down into the grass and disappear without a sound. A moment later she rose again, put her mouth close to Tirians ear, and said in the lowest possible whisper, "Get down. Thee better." She said thee for see not because she had a lisp but because she khe hissier S is the part of a whisper most likely to be overheard. Tirian at once lay down, almost as silently as Jill, but not quite, for he was heavier and older. And ohey were down, he saw how from that position you could see the edge of the hill sharp against the star- strewn sky. Two black shapes rose against it: one was the stable, and the other, a few feet in front of it, was a ery. He was keeping very ill watot walking or even standing but sitting with his spear over his shoulder and his on his chest. "Well done," said Tirian to Jill. She had shown him exactly what he o know.
They got up and Tirian now took the lead. Very slowly, hardly daring to breathe, they made their to a little clump of trees which was not more than forty feet away from the sentinel.
"Wait here till I e again," he whispered to the other two. "If I miscarry, fly." Then he sauntered out boldly in full view of the enemy. The man started when he saw him and was just going to jump to his feet: he was afraid Tirian might be one of his own officers and that he would get into trouble for sitting down. But before he could get up Tirian had dropped on one knee beside him, saying: "Art thou a warrior of the Tisrocs, may he live for ever? It cheers my heart to meet thee among all these beasts and devils of Narnians. Give me thy hand, friend.”
Before he well knew what was happening the ery found his right hand seized in a mighty grip. instant someone was kneeling on his legs and a dagger ressed against his neck.
"One noise and thou art dead," said Tirian in his ear. "Tell me where the Uni is and thou shalt live.”
"B - behind the stable, O My Master," stammered the unfortunate man.
"Good. Rise up and lead me to him.”
As the man got up the point of the dagger never left his neck. It only travelled round (cold and rather ticklish) as Tirian got behind him aled it at a ve plader his ear. Trembling he went round to the back of the stable.
Though it was dark Tirian could see the white shape of Jewel at once.
"Hush!" he said. "No, do not neigh. Yes, Jewel, it is I. How have they tied thee?”
"Hobbled by all fs and tied with a bridle t iable wall," came Jewels voice.
"Stand here, sentry, with your back to the wall. So. Now, Jewel: set the point of your hainst this enes breast.”
"With a good will, Sire," said Jewel.
"If he moves, rive him to the heart." Then in a few seds Tirian cut the ropes. With the remains of them he bound the sentry hand and foot. Finally he made him open his mouth, stuffed it full of grass and tied him up from scalp to so that he could make no noise, lowered the man into a sitting position a him against the wall.
"I have dohee some discourtesy, soldier," said Tirian. "But such was my need. If we meet again I may happen to do thee a better turn. Now, Jewel, let us go softly.”
He put his left arm round the beasts ned bent and kissed its nose and both had great joy. They went back as quietly as possible to the place where he had left the children. It was darker in there uhe trees and he nearly ran iace before he saw him.
"Alls well," whispered Tirian. "A good nights work. Now for home.”
They turned and had gone a few paces wheace said, "Where are you, Pole?" There was no answer. "Is Jill oher side of you, Sire?" he asked.
"What?" said Tirian. "Is she not oher side of your”
It was a terrible moment. They dared not shout but they whispered her name in the loudest whisper they could mahere was no reply.
"Did she go from you while I was away?" asked Tirian.
"I didnt see or hear her go," said Eustace. "But she could have gone without my knowing. She be as quiet as a cat; youve seen for yourself.”
At that moment a far off drum beat was heard. Jewel moved his ears forward. "Dwarfs,”
he said.
"And treacherous Dwarfs, enemies, as likely as not," muttered Tirian.
"And here es something on hoofs, muearer," said Jewel.
The two humans and the Uni stood dead still. There were now so many different things to worry about that they didnt know what to do. The noise of hoofs came steadily nearer. And then, quite close to them, a voice whispered: "Hallo! Are you all there?”
Thank heaven, it was Jills.
"Where the devil have you been to?" said Eusta a furious whisper, for he had been very frightened.
"Iable," gasped Jill, but it was the sort of gasp you give when youre struggling with suppressed laughter.
"Oh," growled Eustace, "you think it funny, do you? Well all I say is -”
"Have you got Jewel, Sire?" asked Jill.
"Yes. Here he is. What is that beast with you?”
"Thats him," said Jill. "But lets be off home before anyone wakes up." And again there came little explosions of laughter.
The others obeyed at once for they had already lingered long enough in that dangerous plad the Dwarf drums seemed to have e a little nearer. It was only after they had been walking Southward for several mihat Eustace said: "Got him? What do you mean?”
"The false Aslan," said Jill.
"What?" said Tirian. "Where have you been? What have you done?”
"Well, Sire," said Jill. "As soon as I saw that youd got the sentry out.. of the way I thought hadnt I better have a look ihe stable and see what really is there? So I crawled along. It was as easy as anything to draw the bolt.
Of course it itch blaside and smelled like any other stable. Then I struck a light and - would you believe it? - there was nothing at all there but this old donkey with a bundle of lion-skin tied on to his back. So I drew my knife and told him hbbr>ed have to e along with me. As a matter of fact I have threatened him with the k all. He was very fed up with the stable and quite ready to e - werent you, Puzzle dear?”
"Great Scott!" said Eustace. "Well Im - jiggered. I was jolly angry with you a moment ago, and I still think it was mean of you to sneak off without the rest of us: but I must admit - well, I mean to say - well it erfecbbr>tly geous thing to do. If she was a boy shed have to be knighted, wouldnt she, Sire?”
"If she was a boy," said Tirian, "shed be whipped for disobeying orders." And in the dark no one could see whether he said this with a frown or a smile. mihere was a sound of raspial.
"What are you doing, Sire?" asked Jewel sharply.
"Drawing my sword to smite off the head of the accursed Ass," said Tirian in a terrible voice. "Stand clear, girl.”
"Oh dont, please dont," said Jill. "Really, you mustnt. It wasnt his fault. It was all the Ape. He didnt know aer. And hes very sorry. And hes a nice Donkey. His names Puzzle. And Ive got my arms round his neck.”
"Jill," said Tirian, "you are the bravest and most woodwise of all my subjects, but also the most malapert and disobedient. Well: let the Ass live. What have you to say for yourself, Ass?”
"Me, Sire?" came the Donkeys voice. "Im sure Im very sorry if Ive done wrong. The Ape said Aslan wanted me to dress up like that. And I thought hed know. Im not clever like him. I only did what I was told. It wasnt any fun for me living in that stable. I dont even know whats been going on outside. He never let me out except for a minute or two at night. Some days they fot to give me any water too.”
"Sire," said Jewel. "Those Dwarfs are ing nearer and nearer. Do we want to meet them?”
Tirian thought for a moment and then suddenly gave a great laugh out loud. Then he spoke, not this time in a whisper. "By the Lion," he said, "I am growing slow witted!
Meet them? Certainly we will meet them. We will meet anyone now. We have this Ass to show them. Let them see the thing they have feared and bowed to. We show them the truth of the Apes vile plot. His secrets out. The tides turomorrow we shall hang that Ape on the highest tree in Narnia. No more whispering and skulking and disguises.
Where are these ho Dwarfs? We have good news for them.”
When you have been whispering for hours the mere sound of aalking out loud has a wonderfully stirring effect. The whole party began talking and laughing: even Puzzle lifted up his head and gave a grand Haw-hee-haw-hee-hee; a thing the Ape hadnt allowed him to do for days. Then they set off in the dire of the drumming. It grew steadily louder and soon they could see torchlight as well. They came out on one of thh roads (we should hardly call them roads at all in England) which ran through Lantern Waste. And there, marg sturdily along, were about thirty Dwarfs, all with their little spades and mattocks over their shoulders. Two armed enes led the n and two mbbr>?ore brought up the rear.
"Stay!" thuirian as he stepped out on the road. "Stay, soldiers. Whither do you lead these Narnian Dwarfs and by whose orders?”
CHAPTER SEVEN
MAINLY ABOUT DWARFS THE two ene soldiers at the head of the n, seeing what they took for a Tarkaan reat lord with two armed pages, came to a halt and raised their spears in salute.
"O My Master," said one of them, "we lead these manikins to en to work in the mines of The Tisroc, may-he-live-forever. “
"By the great god Tash, they are very obedient," said Tirian. Then suddenly he turo the Dwarfs themselves. About one in six of them carried a tord by that flickering light he could see their bearded faces all looking at him with grim and dogged expressions. "Has The Tisroc fought a great battle, Dwarfs, and quered your land?" he asked, "that thus you go patiently to die in the salt-pits of Pugrahan?”
The two soldiers glared at him in surprise but the Dwarfs all answered, "Aslans orders, Aslans orders. Hes sold us. What we do against him?”
"Tisrodeed!" added one and spat. "Id like to see him try it!”
"Silence, dogs!" said the chief soldier.
"Look!" said Tirian, pulling Puzzle forward into the light. "It has all been a lie. Aslan has not e to Narnia at all. You have beeed by the Ape. This is the thing he brought out of the stable to show you. Look at it.”
What the Dwarfs saw, now that they could see it close, was certainly enough to make them wonder how they had ever been taken in. The lion-skin had got pretty untidy already during Puzzles impriso iable and it had been knocked crooked during his jourhrough the dark wood. Most of it was in a big lump on one shoulder.
The head, besides being pushed sideways, had somehow got very far back so that anyone could now see his silly, gentle, donkeyish face gazing out of it. Some grass stuck out of one er of his mouth, for hed been doing a little quiet nibbling as they brought him along. And he was muttering, "It wasnt my fault, Im not clever. I never said I was.”
For one sed all the Dwarfs were staring at Puzzle with wide open mouths and then one of the soldiers said sharply, "Are you mad, My Master? What are you doing to the slaves?" and the other said, "And who are you?" her of their spears was at the salute now - both were down and ready for a.
"Give the password," said the chief soldier.
"This is my password," said the King as he drew his sword. "The light is dawning, the lie broken. Now guard thee, ..mist, for I am Tirian of Narnia.”
He flew upon the chief soldier like lightniace, who had drawn his sword when he saw the King draw his, rushed at the other one: his face was deadly pale, but I wouldnt blame him for that. And he had the luck that beginners sometimes do have. He fot all that Tirian had tried to teach him that afternoon, slashed wildly (indeed Im not sure his eyes werent shut) and suddenly found, to his ow surprise, that the ene lay dead at his feet. And though that was a great relief, it was, at the moment, rather frightening. The Kings fight lasted a sed or two loheoo had killed his man and shouted to Eustace, "Ware the other two.”
But the Dwarfs had settled the two remaining ehere was no enemy left.
"Well struck, Eustace!" cried Tirian, clapping him on the back. "Now, Dwarfs, you are free. Tomorrow I will lead you to free all Narnia. Three cheers for Aslan!”
But the result which followed was simply wretched. There was a feeble attempt from a few Dwarfs (about five) which died away all at once: from several others there were sulky growls. Many said nothing at all.
"Dont they uand?" said Jill impatiently. "Whats wrong with all you Dwarfs? Dont you hear what the King says? Its all over. The Ape isnt going to rule Narnia any longer.
Everyone go back to ordinary life. You have fun again. Arent you glad?”
After a pause of nearly a minute a not-very-nice-looking Dwarf with hair and beard as black as soot said: "And who might you be, Missie?”
"Im Jill," she said. "The same Jill who rescued King Rilian from the entment and this is Eustace who did it too - and weve e back from another world after hundreds of years. Asla us.”
The Dwarfs all looked at one another with grins; sneering grins, not merry ones.
"Well," said the Black Dwarf (whose name was Griffle), "I dont know how all you chaps feel, but I feel Ive heard as much about Aslan as I want to for the rest of my life.”
"Thats right, thats right," growled the other Dwarfs. "Its all a plant, all a blooming plant.”
"What do you mean?" said Tirian. He had not been pale when he was fighting but he ale now. He had thought this was going to be a beautiful moment, but it was turning out more like a bad dream.
"You must think were blooming soft in the head, that you must," said Griffle. "Weve been taken in ond now you expect us to be taken in again the minute. Weve?. no more use for stories about Aslan, see! Look at him! An old moke with long ears!”
"By heaven, you make me mad," said Tirian. "Which of us said that was Aslan? That is the Apes imitation of the real Aslan. t you uand?”
"And youve got a better imitation, I suppose!" said Griffle. "No thanks. Weve been fooled ond were not going to be fooled again.”
"I have not," said Tirian a藏书网ngrily, "I serve the real Aslan.”
"Wheres he? Whos he? Show him to us!" said several Dwarfs.
"Do you think I keep him in my wallet, fools?" said Tirian. "Who am I that I could make Aslan appear at my bidding? Hes not a tame lion.”
The moment those words were out of his mouth he realized that he had made a false move. The Dwarfs at once begaing "not a tame lion, not a tame lion," in a jeering sing-song. "Thats what the other lot kept on telling us," said one.
"Do you mean you dont believe in the real Aslan?" said Jill. "But Ive seen him. And he has sent us two here out of a different world.”
"Ah," said Griffle with a broad smile. "So you say. Theyve taught you your stuff all right. Saying your lessons, aint you?”
"Churl," cried Tirian, "will you give a lady the lie to her very face?”
"You keep a civil tongue in your head, Mister," replied the Dwarf. "I dont think we want any more Kings - if you are Tirian, which you dont look like him - no more than we want any Aslans. Were going to look after ourselves from now on and touch our caps to nobody. See?”
"Thats right," said the other Dwarfs. "Were on our own now. No more Aslan, no more Kings, no more silly stories about other worlds. The Dwarfs are for the Dwarfs." And they began to fall into their places and to get ready for marg back to wherever they had e from.
"Little beasts!" said Eustace. "Arent you even going to say thank you for being saved from the salt-mines?”
"Oh, we know all about that," said Griffle over his shoulder. "You wao make use of us, thats why you rescued us. Youre playing some game of your own. e on you chaps.”
And the Dwarfs struck up the queer little marg song which goes with the drum-beat, and off they tramped into the darkness.
Tirian and his friends stared after them. Then he said the single word "e," and they tiheir journey.
They were a silent party. Puzzle felt himself to be still in disgrace, and also he didnt really quite uand what had happened. Jill, besides being disgusted with the Dwarfs, was very impressed with Eustaces victory over the ene a almost shy. As for Eustace, his heart was still beating rather quickly. Tirian and Jewel walked sadly together in the rear. The King had his arm on the Unis shoulder and sometimes the Uni nuzzled the Kings cheek with his soft hey did not try to fort one another with words. It wasnt very easy to think of anything to say that would be f. Tirian had never dreamed that one of the results of an Apes setting up as a false Aslan would be
to stop people from believing in the real one. He had felt quite sure that the Dwarfs would rally to his side the moment he showed them how they had been deceived. And the night he would have led them to Stable Hill and shown Puzzle to all the creatures and everyone would have turned against the Ape and, perhaps after a scuffle with the ehe whole thing would have been over. But now, it seemed, he could t on nothing. How many other Narnians might turn the same way as the Dwarfs?
"Somebodys ing after us, I think," said Puzzle suddenly.
They stopped and listened. Sure enough, there was a thump-thump of small feet behind them.
"Who goes there!" shouted the King.
"Only me, Sire," came a voice. "Me, Poggin the Dwarf. Ive only just mao get away from the others. Im on your side, Sire: and on Aslans. If you put a Dwarfish sword in my fist, Id gladly strike a blow on the right side before alls done.”
Everyone crowded round him and weled him and praised him and slapped him on the back. Of course one single Dwarf could not make a very great difference, but it was somehow very cheering to have evehe whole party brightened up. But Jill aace didnt stay bright for very long, for they were now yawning their heads off and too tired to think about anything but bed.
It was at the coldest hour of the night, just before dawn, that they got back to the Tower.
If there had been a meal ready for them they would have been glad enough to eat, but the bother and delay of getting one was not to be thought of. They drank from a stream, splashed their faces with water, and tumbled into their bunks, except for Puzzle and Jewel who said theyd be more fortable outside. This perhaps was just as well, for a Uni and a fat, full-grown Donkey indoors always make a room feel rather crowded.
Narnian Dwarfs, though less than four feet high, are for their size about the toughest and stro creatures there are, so that Poggin, in spite of a heavy day and a late night, woke fully refreshed before any of the others. He at oook Jills bow, went out and shot a couple of wood pigeons. The plug them on the doorstep and chatting to Jeuzzle. Puzzle looked a a good deal better this m. Jewel, being a Uni and therefore one of the and delicatest of beasts, had been very kind to him, talking to him about things of the sort they could both uand like grass and sugar and the care of ones hoofs. When Jill aace came out of the Tower yawning and rubbing their eyes at almost half past ten, the Dwarf showed them where they could gather plenty of a Narnian weed called Wild Fresney, which looks rather like our wood-sorrel but tastes a good deal nicer when cooked. (It needs a little butter and pepper to make it perfect, but they hadnt got these.) So that what with ohing and ahey had the makings of a capital stew for their breakfast or dinner, whichever you choose to call it. Tiria a little further off into the wood with an axe and brought bae branches for fuel. While the meal was cooking - which seemed a very long time,
especially as it smelled nicer and he came to being done - the King found a plete Dwarfish outfit fgin: mail shirt, helmet, shield, sword, belt, and dagger.
Then he ied E>ustaces sword and found that Eustace had put it ba the sheath all messy from killing the ene. He was scolded for that and made to and polish it.
All this while Jill went to and fro, sometind you could see things through it. But the deathly smell was not the smell of smoke. Also, this thi its shape instead of billowing and curling as smoke
would have do was roughly the藏书网 shape of a man but it had the head of a bird; some bird of prey with a cruel, curved beak. It had four arms which it held high above its head, stretg them out Northward as if it wao snatch all Narnia in its grip; and its fingers - all twenty of them - were curved like its beak and had long, pointed, bird-like claws instead of nails. It floated on the grass instead of walking, and the grass seemed to wither beh it.
After one look at it Puzzle gave a screaming bray and darted into the Tower. And Jill (who was no coward, as you know) hid her fa her hands to shut out the sight of it.
The others watched it for perhaps a minute, until it streamed away into the thicker trees on their right and disappeared. Then the sun came out again, and the birds once more began to sing.
Everyoarted breathing properly again and moved. They had all been still as statues while it was in sight.
"What was it?" said Eusta a whisper.
"I have seen it once before," said Tirian. "But that time it was carved in stone and overlaid with gold and had solid diamonds for eyes. It was when I was no older than thou, and had gone as a guest to The Tisrocs court in Tashbaan.
He took me into the great temple of Tash. There I saw it, carved above the altar.”
"Then that - that thing - was Tash?" said Eustace.
But instead of answering him Tirian slipped his arm behind Jills shoulders and said, "How is it with you, Lady?”
"A-all right," said Jill, taking her hands away from her pale fad trying to smile. "Im all right. It only made me feel a little sick for a moment.”
"It seems, then," said the Uni, "that there is a real Tash, after all.”
"Yes," said the Dwarf. "And this fool of an Ape, who didnt believe in Tash, will get more than he bargained for! He called for Tash: Tash has e.”
"Where has it - h?99ｌib.e - the Thing - goo?" said Jill.
"North into the heart of Narnia," said Tirian. "It has e to dwell among us. They have called it and it has e.”
"Ho, ho, ho!" chuckled the Dwarf, rubbing his hairy hands together. "It will be a surprise for the Ape. People shouldnt call for demons uhey really mean what they say.”
"Who knows if Tash will be visible to the Ape?" said Jewel.
"Where has Puzzle got to?" said Eustace.
They all shouted out Puzzles name and Jill went round to the other side of the Tower to see if he had gohere.
They were quite tired of looking for him when at last his large grey head peered cautiously out of the doorway and he said, "Has it gone away?" And when at last they got him to e out, he was shivering the way a dog shivers before a thuorm.
"I see now," said Puzzle, "that I really have been a very bad donkey. I ought o have listeo Shift. I hought things like this would begin to happen.”
"If youd speime saying you werent clever and more time trying to be as clever as you could -" begaace but Jill interrupted him.
"Oh leave poor old Puzzle alone," she said. "It was all a mistake; wasnt it, Puzzle dear?”
And she kissed him on the nose.
Though rather shaken by what they had seen, the whole party now sat down again a on with their talk.
Jewel had little to tell them. While he risoner he had spent nearly all his time tied up at the back of the stable, and had of course heard none of the enemies plans. He had been kicked (hed done some kig back too) aen and threatened with death unless he would say that he believed it was Aslan who was brought out and shown to them by firelight every night. In fact he was going to be executed this very m if he had not been rescued. He didnt know what had happeo the Lamb.
The question they had to decide was whether they would go to Stable Hill again that night, show Puzzle to the Narnians and try to make them see how they had been tricked, or whether they should steal away Eastward to meet the help which Roonwit the taur was bringing up from Cair Paravel aurn against the Ape and his enes in force. Tirian would very much like to have followed the first plan: he hated the idea of leaving the Ape to bully his people one moment lohan need be. Oher hand, the way the Dwarfs had behaved last night was a warning. Apparently one couldnt be sure how people would take it even if he showed them Puzzle. And there were the ene soldiers to be reed with. Poggin thought there were about thirty of them.
Tiria sure that if the Narnians all rallied to his side, he and Jewel and the children and Poggin (Puzzle didnt t for much) would have a good ce of beating them.
But how if half the Narnians - including all the Dwarfs - just sat and looked on? or even fought against him? The risk was too great. And there was, too, the cloudy shape of Tash.
What might it do?
And then, as Poggin pointed out, there was no harm in leaving the Ape to deal with his own difficulties for a day or two. He would have no Puzzle t out and show now. It
wasnt easy to see what story he - inger could make up to explain that. If the Beasts asked night after night to see Aslan, and no Aslan was brought out, surely even the simplest of them would get suspicious.
In the end they all agreed that the best thing was to go off and try to meet Roonwit.
As soon as they had decided this, it was wonderful how much more cheerful everyone became. I dont holy think that this was because any of them was afraid of a fight (except perhaps Jill aace). But I daresay that each of them, deep down inside, was very glad not to go any nearer - or not yet - to that horrible bird-headed thing which, visible or invisible, was now probably haunting Stable Hill. Anyway, one always feels better when one has made up ones mind.
Tirian said they had better remove their disguises, as they didnt want to be mistaken for enes and perhaps attacked by any loyal Narnians they might meet. The Dwarf made up a horrid-looking mess of ashes from the hearth and grease out of the jar of grease which was kept for rubbing on swords and spear-heads. Theook off their ene armour a down to the stream. The nasty mixture made a lather just like soft soap: it leasant, homely sight to see Tirian and the two children kneeling beside the water and scrubbing the backs of their necks or puffing and blowing as they splashed the lather off. Then they went back to the Tower with red, shiny faces, like people who have been given ara good wash before a party. They re-armed themselves in true Narnian style, with straight swords and three-ered shields. "Body of me," said Tirian. "That is better. I feel a true man again.”
Puzzle begged very hard to have the lion-skin taken off him. He said it was too hot and the way it was rucked up on his back was unfortable: also, it made him look so silly.
But they told him he would have to wear it a bit longer, for they still wao show him in that get-up to the other Beasts, even though they were now going to meet Roonwit first.
What was left of the pigeo and rabbit-meat was not worth bringing away but they took some biscuits. Then Tirian locked the door of the Tower and that was the end of their stay there.
It was a little after two iernoohey set out, and it was the first really warm day of that spring. The young leaves seemed to be much further out thaerday: the snow-drops were over, but they saw several primroses. The sunlight slahrough the trees, birds sang, and always (though usually out of sight) there was the noise of running water. It was hard to think of horrible things like Tash. The childre, "This is really Narnia at last." Even Tiria grew lighter as he walked ahead of them, humming an old Narnian marg song which had the refrain: Ho, rumble, rumble, rumble, Rumble drum belaboured.
After the King came Eustad Poggin the Dwarf. Poggin was telliace the names of all the Narnian trees, birds, and plants which he didnt know already.
Sometimes Eustace would tell him about English ones.
After them came Puzzle, and after him Jill and Jewel walking very close together. Jill had, as you might say, quite fallen in love with the Uni. She thought- and she wasnt far wrong - that he was the shi, delicatest, most graceful animal she had ever met: and he was so gentle and soft of speech that, if you hadnt known, you would hardly have believed how fierd terrible he could be in battle.
"Oh, this is nice!" said Jill. "Just walking along like this. I wish there could be more of this sort of adves a pity theres always so much happening in Narnia.”
But the Uni explaio her that she was quite mistaken. He said that the Sons and Daughters of Adam and Eve were brought out of their own strange world into Narnia only at times when Narnia was stirred and upset, but she mustnt think it was always like that. Iween their visits there were hundreds and thousands of years when peaceful King followed peaceful King till you could hardly remember their names or t their numbers, and there was really hardly anything to put into the History Books. And he went on to talk of old Queens and heroes whom she had never heard of. He spoke of Swanwhite the Queen who had lived before the days of the White Witd the Great Winter, who was so beautiful that when she looked into any forest pool the refle of her face sho of the water like a star by night for a year and a day afterwards. He spoke of Moonwood the Hare who had such ears that he could sit by Caldron Pool uhe thunder of the great waterfall and hear what men spoke in whispers at Cair Paravel.
He told how King Gale, who was ninth in dest from Frank the first of all Kings, had sailed far away into the Eastern seas and delivered the Lone Islanders from a dragon and how, iurn, they had given him the Lone Islands to be part of the royal lands of Narnia for ever. He talked of whole turies in which all Narnia was so happy that notable dances as, or at most tours, were the only things that could be remembered, and every day and week had beeer than the last. And as he went on, the picture of all those happy years, all the thousands of them, piled up in Jills mind till it was rather like looking down from a high hill on to a rich, lovely plain full of woods and waters and fields, which spread away and away till it got thin and misty from distance. And she said: "Oh, I do hope we soole the Ape a back to those good, ordinary times.
And then I hope theyll go on for ever and ever and ever. Our world is going to have an end some day. Perhaps this one wont. Oh Jewel wouldnt it be lovely if Narnia just went on and on - like what you said it has been?”
"Nay, sister," answered Jewel, "all worlds draw to an end, except Aslans own try.”
"Well, at least," said Jill, "I hope the end of this one is millions of millions of millions of years away - hallo! what are we stopping for?”
The King aad the Dwarf were all staring up at the sky. Jill shuddered, remembering what horrors they had seen already. But it was nothing of that sort this time.
It was small, and looked black against the blue.
"I dare swear," said the Uni, "from its flight, that it is a Talking bird.”
"So think I," said the King. "But is it a friend, or a spy of the Apes?”
"To me, Sire," said the Dwarf, "it has a look of Far-sight the Eagle.”
"Ought we to hide uhe trees?" said Eustace.
"Nay," said Tirian, "best stand still as rocks. He would see us for certain if we moved.”
"Look! He wheels, he has seen us already," said Jewel. "He is ing down in wide circles.”
"Arrow on string, Lady," said Tirian to Jill. "But by no means shoot till I bid you. He may be a friend.”
If one had known what was going to happe it would have been a treat to watch the grad ease with which the huge bird glided down. He alighted on a rocky crag a few feet from Tirian, bowed his crested head, and said in his strange eagles- voice, "Hail, King.”
"Hail, Farsight," said Tirian. "And since you call me King, I may well believe you are not a follower of the Ape and his false Aslan. I am right glad of your ing.”
"Sire," said the Eagle, "when you have heard my news you will be sorrier of my ing than of the greatest woe that ever befell you.”
Tiria seemed to stop beating at these words, but he set his teeth and said, "Tell on.”
"Two sights have I seen," said Farsight. "One was Cair Paravel filled with dead Narnians and living ehe Tisrocs banner advanced upon your royal battlements: and your subjects flying from the city - this way and that, into the woods. Cair Paravel was taken from the sea. Twenty great ships of en put in there in the dark of the night before last night.”
No one could speak.
"And the ht, five leagues han Cair Paravel, was Roonwit the taur lying dead with a ene arrow in his side. I was with him in his last hour and he gave me this message to your Majesty: to remember that all worlds draw to an end and that noble death is a treasure whio one is too poor to buy.”
"So," said the King, after a long silence, "Narnia is no more.”
CHAPTER NINE
THE GREAT MEETING ON STABLE HILL Fop, a long time they could not speak nor even shed a tear. Then the Uni stamped the ground with his hoof, and shook his mane, and spoke.
"Sire," he said, "there is now no need of sel. We see that the Apes plans were laid deeper than we dreamed of. Doubtless he has been long i traffic with The Tisrod as soon as he had found the lion-skin he sent him word to make ready his navy for the taking of Cair Paravel and all Narnia. Nothing now remains for us seven but to go back to Stable Hill, proclaim the truth, and take the advehat Aslan sends us. And if, by a great marvel, we defeat those thirty enes who are with the Ape, then tain and die in battle with the far greater host of them that will soon march from Cair Paravel.”
Tirian nodded. But he turo the children and said: "Now, friends, it is time for you to go heo your own world. Doubtless you have done all that you were sent to do.”
"B - but weve dohing," said Jill who was shivering, not with fear exactly but because everything was so horrible.
"Nay," said the King, "you loosed me from the tree: you glided before me like a snake last night in the wood and took Puzzle: and you, Eustace, killed your man. But you are too young to share in such a bloody end as we others must meet tonight or, it may be, three days hence. I e you - nay, I and you - to return to your own place. I should be put to shame if I let such young warriors fall in battle on my side.”
"No, no, no," said Jill (very white when she began speaking and then suddenly very red and then white again.) "We wont, I dont care what you say. Were going to stick to you whatever happens, arent we, Eustace?”
"Yes, but theres o get so worked up about it," said Eustace who had stuck his hands in his pockets (fetting how very odd that looks when you are wearing a mail shirt). "Because, you see, we havent any choice. Whats the good of talking about oing back! How? Weve got no magic for doing it!”
This was very good se, at the moment, Jill hated Eustace for saying it. He was fond of being dreadfully matter-of-fact when other people got excited.
When Tirian realized that the twers could not get home (unless Aslan suddenly whisked them away), he wahem to go across the Southern mountains into Arland where they might possibly be safe. But they didnt know their way and there was no oo send with them. Also, as Poggin said, ohe enes had Narnia they would certainly take Arland in the week or so: The Tisroc had always wao have these Northern tries for his own. In the ead Jill begged so hard that Tirian said they could e with him and take their ce - or, as he much more sensibly called it, "the advehat Aslan would send them".
The Kings first idea was that they should not go back to Stable Hill - they were sick of the very name of it by now till after dark. But the Dwarf told them that if they arrived there by daylight they would probably find the place deserted, except perhaps for a ery. The Beasts were far thtened by what the Ape (and Ginger) had told them about this new angry Aslan - or Tashlan - to go near it except when they were called together for these horrible midnight meetings. And enes are never good woodsmen. Poggin thought that even by dayl?ight they could easily get round to somewhere behind the stable without being seen. This would be much harder to do when the night had e and the Ape might be calling the Beasts together and all the enes were on duty. And when the meeting did begin they could leave Puzzle at the back of the stable, pletely out of sight, till the moment at which they wao produce him. This was obviously a good thing: for their only ce was to give the Narnians a sudden surprise.
Everyone agreed and the whole party set off on a new line - North-West - towards the hated Hill. The Eagle sometimes flew to and fro above them, sometimes he sat perched on Puzzles bao one - not even the King himself except in some great need - would dream of riding on a Uni.
This time Jill aace walked together. They had been feeling very brave when they were begging to be allowed to e with the others, but now they didnt feel brave at all.
"Pole," said Eusta a whisper. "I may as well tell you Ive got the wind up.”
"Oh youre all right, Scrubb," said Jill. "You fight. But I - Im just shaking, if you want to know the truth.”
"Oh shakings nothing," said Eustace. "Im feeling Im going to be sick.”
"Dont talk about that, foodness sake," said Jill.
They went on in silence for a minute or two.
"Pole," said Eustace presently.
"What?" said she.
"Whatll happen if we get killed here?”
"Well well be dead, I suppose.”
"But I mean, what will happen in our own world? Shall we wake up and find ourselves ba that train? Or shall we just vanish and never be heard of any more? Or shall we be dead in England?”
"Gosh. I hought of that.”
"Itll be rum for Peter and the others if they saw me waving out of the window and thehe train es in were o be found! Or if they found two - I mean, if were dead over there in England.”
"Ugh!" said Jill. "What a horrid idea.”
"It wouldnt be horrid for us," said Eustace. "We shouldhere.”
"I almost wish - no I dont, though," said Jill.
"What were you going to say?”
"I was going to say I wished wed never e. But I dont, I dont, I dont. Even if we are killed. Id rather be killed fighting for Narnia than grow old and stupid at home and perhaps go about in a bath-chair and then die in the end just the same.”
"Or be smashed up by British Railways!”
"Why dyou say that?”
"Well when that awful jerk came - the ohat seemed to throw us into Narnia - I thought it was the beginning of a railway act. So I was jolly glad to find ourselves here instead.”
While Jill aace were talking about this, the others were discussing their plans and being less miserable. That was because they were now thinking of what was to be dohis very night and the thought of what had happeo Narnia - the thought that all her glories and joys were over - ushed away into the back part of their minds. The moment they stopped talking it would e out and make them wretched again: but they kept on talking. Poggin was really quite cheerful about the nights work they had to do.
He was sure that the Boar and the Bear, and probably all the Dogs would e over to their side at once. And he couldnt believe that all the other Dwarfs would stick to Griffle.
And fighting by firelight and in and out among trees would be an advao the weaker side. And then, if they could win tonight, hey really throw their lives away by meeting the main ene army a few days later?
Why not hide in the woods, or even up in the Western Waste beyond the great waterfall and live like outlaws? And then they might gradually get stronger and stronger, for Talkis and Arlanders would be joining them every day. And at last theyd e out of hiding and sweep the enes (who would have got careless by then) out of the try and Narnia would be revived. After all, something very like that had happened iime of King Miraz!
And Tirian heard all this and thought "But what about Tash?" a in his bohat none of it was going to happen. But he didnt say so.
When they got o Stable Hill of course everyone became quiet. Then the real wood-work began. From the moment at which they first saw the Hill to the moment at which they all arrived at the back of the stable, it took them over two hours. Its the sort of thing one couldnt describe properly unless one wrote pages and pages about it. The journey from each bit of cover to the arate adventure, and there were very long waits iween, and several false alarms. If you are a good Scout or a good Guide you will know already what it must have been like. By about suhey were all safe in a clump of holly trees about fifteen yards behind the stable. They all munched some biscuit and lay down.
Then came the worst part, the waiting. Luckily for the children they slept for a couple of hours, but of course they woke up when the night grew cold, and what was worse, woke up very thirsty and with no ce of getting a drink. Puzzle just stood, shivering a little with nervousness, and said nothing. But Tirian, with his head against Jewels flank, slept as soundly as if he were in his royal bed at Cair Paravel, till the sound of a going awoke him a up and saw that there was firelight on the far side of the stable and khat the hour had e.
"Kiss me, Jewel," he said. "For certainly this is our last night oh. And if ever I offended against you in any matter great or small, five me now.”
"Dear King," said the Uni, "I could almost wish you had, so that I might five it.
Farewell. We have know joys together. If Aslan gave me my choice I would choose no other life than the life I have had and no other death than the one we go to.”
Then they woke up Farsight, who was asleep with his head under his wing (it made him look as if he had no head at all), and crept forward to the stable. They left Puzzle (not without a kind word, for no one was angry with him now) just behind it, telling him not to move till someone came to fetch him, and took up their position at one end of the stable.
The bonfire had not been lit for long and was just beginning to blaze up. It was only a few feet away from them, and the great crowd of Narniaures were on the other side of it, so that Tirian could not at first see them very well, though of course he saw dozens of eyes shining with the refle of the fire, as youve seen a rabbits or cats eyes in the
headlights of a car. And just as Tirian took his place, the gong stopped beating and from somewhere on his left three figures appeared. One was Rishda Tarkaan the ene Captain. The sed was the Ape. He was holding on to the Tarkaans hand with one paw a whimpering and muttering, "Not so fast, dont go so fast, Im not at all well. Oh my poor head! These midnight meetings are getting too mue. Apes are to be up at night: Its not as if I was a rat or a bat - oh my poor head." Oher side of the Ape, walking very soft and stately, with his tail straight up in the air, came Gihe Cat. They were heading for the bonfire and were so close to Tirian that they would have seen him at once if they had looked in the right dire. Fortunately they did not. But Tirian heard Rishda say to Ginger in a low voice: "Now, Cat, to thy post. See thou play thy part well.”
"Miaow, miaow. t on me!" said Giheepped away beyond the bonfire and sat down in the front row of the assembled Beasts: in the audience, as you might say.
For really, as it happehe whole thing was rather like a theatre. The crowd of Narnians were like the people in the seats; the little grassy place just in front of the stable, where the bonfire burned and the Ape and the Captain stood to talk to the crowd, was like the stage; the stable itself was like the sery at the back of the stage; and Tirian and his friends were like people peering round from behind the sery. It lendid position. If any of them stepped forward into the full firelight, all eyes would be fixed on him at once: oher hand, so long as they stood still in the shadow of the end-wall of the stable, it was a huo one against their being noticed.
Rishda Tarkaan dragged the Ape up close to the fire. The pair of them turo face the crowd, and this of course meant that their backs were towards Tirian and his friends.
"Now, Monkey," said Rishda Tarkaan in a low voice. "Say the words that wiser heads have put into thy mouth. And hold up thy head." As he spoke he gave the Ape a little prod or kick from behind with the point of his toe.
"Do leave me alone," muttered Shift. But he sat up straighter and began, in a louder voice - "Now listen, all of you. A terrible thing has happened. A wicked thing. The wickedest thing that ever was done in Narnia. And Aslan -”
"Tashlan, fool," whispered Rishda Tarkaan.
"Tashlan I mean, of course," said the Ape, "is very angry about it.”
There was a terrible silence while the Beasts waited to hear what rouble was in store for them. The little party by the end-wall of the stable also held their breath. What oh was ing now?
"Yes," said the Ape. "At this very moment, wheerrible One himself is among us - there iable just behind me - one wicked Beast has chosen to do what youd think
no one would dare to do even if He were a thousand miles away. It has dressed itself up in a lion-skin and is wandering about in these very woods pretending to be Aslan.”
Jill wondered for a moment if the Ape had gone mad. Was he going to tell the whole truth? A roar of horror and rage went up from the Beasts. "Grrr!" came the growls. "Who is he? Where is he? Just let me get my teeth into him!”
"It was seen last night," screamed the Ape, "but it got away. Its a Donkey! A iserable Ass! If any of you see that Ass -”
"Grrr!" growled the Beasts. "We will, we will. Hed better keep out of our way.”
Jill looked at the King: his mouth en and his face was full of horror. And then she uood the devilish ing of the enemies plan. By mixing a little truth with it they had made their lie far stronger.9９ｌib. What was the good, now, of telling the Beasts that an ass had been dressed up as a lion to deceive them? The Ape would only say, "Thats just what Ive said." What was the good of showing them Puzzle in his lion-skin? They would only tear him in pieces. "Thats taken the wind out of our sails," whispered Eustace. "The ground is taken from under our feet," said Tirian. "Cursed, cursed cleverness!" said Poggin. "Ill be sworn that this new lie is of Gingers making.”
CHAPTER TEN
WHO WILL GO INTO THE STABLE?
JILL felt something tig her ear. It was Jewel the Uni, whispering to her with the wide whisper of a horses mouth. As soon as she heard what he was saying she nodded and tip-toed back to where Puzzle was standing. Quickly and quietly she cut the last cords that bound the lion-skin to him. It wouldnt do for him to be caught with that on, after what the Ape had said! She would like to have hidden the skin somewhere very far away, but it was too heavy. The best she could do was to kick it in among the thickest bushes. Then she made signs to Puzzle to follow her and they both joihe others.
The Ape eaking again.
"And after a horrid thing like that, Aslan - Tashlan - is ahan ever. He says hes been a great deal too good to you, ing out every night to be looked at, see! Well, hes not ing out any more.”
Howls and mewings and squeals and grunts were the Animals ao this, but suddenly a quite different voice broke in with a loud laugh.
"Hark what the monkey says," it shouted. "We know why he isnt going t his precious Aslan out. Ill tell you why: because he hasnt got him. He never had anything except an old donkey with a lion-skin on its baow hes lost that and he doesnt know what to do.”
Tirian could not see the faces oher side of the fire very well but he guessed this was Griffle the Chief Dwarf. And he was quite certain of it when, a sed later, all the Dwarfs voices joined in, singing: "Dont know what to do! Dont know what to do! Dont know what to do-o-o!”
"Silence!" thundered Rishda Tarkaan. "Silence, children of mud! Listen to me, you other Narnians, lest I give and to my warriors to fall upon you with the edge of the sword. The Lord Shift has already told you of that wicked Ass. Do you think, because of him that there is ashlan iable! Do you? Beware, beware.”
"No, no," shouted most of the crowd. But the Dwarfs said, "Thats right, Darkie, youve got it. e on, Monkey, show us whats iable, seeing is believing.”
Whehere was a moments quiet the Ape said: "You Dwarfs think youre very clever, dont you? But not so fast. I never said you couldashlan. Anyone who likes see him.”
The whole assembly became silent. Then, after nearly a mihe Bear began in a slow, puzzled voice: "I dont quite uand all this," it grumbled, "I thought you said -”
"You thought!" repeated the Ape. "As if anyone could call what goes on in your head thinking. Listen, you others. Anyone see Tashlan. But hes not ing out. You have to go in and see him.”
"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you," said dozens of voices. "Thats what we wanted!
We go in and see him face to face. And now hell be kind and it will all be as it used to be." And the Birds chattered, and the Dogs barked excitedly. Then suddenly, there was a great stirring and a noise of creatures rising to their feet, and in a sed the whole lot of them would have been rushing forward and trying to crowd into the stable door all together. But the Ape shouted: "Get back! Quiet! Not so fast.”
The Beasts stopped, many of them with one paw ih tails wagging, and all of them with heads on one side.
"I thought you said," began the Bear, but Shift interrupted.
"Anyone go in," he said. "But, o a time. Wholl go first? He didnt say he was feeling very kind. Hes been lig his lips a lot since he swallowed up the wicked King the ht. Hes been growling a good deal this m. I wouldnt much like to go into that stable myself tonight. But just as you please. Whod like to go in first? Dont blame me if he s９9ｌｉｂ?wallows you whole or blasts you into a der with the mere terror of his eyes. Thats your affair. Now then! Whos first? What about one of you Dwarfs?”
"Dilly, dilly, e and be killed!" sneered Griffle. "How do we know what youve got in there?”
"Ho-ho!" cried the Ape. "So youre beginning to think theres something there, eh? Well, all you Beasts were making noise enough a minute ago. Whats struck you all dumb?
Whos going in first?”
But the Beasts all stood looking at one another and began bag away from the stable.
Very few tails were wagging now. The Ape waddled to and fro jeering at them. "Ho-ho-ho!" he chuckled. "I thought you were all so eager to see Tashlan face to face! ged your mind, eh?”
Tiria his head to hear something that Jill was trying to whisper in his ear. "What do you think is really ihe stable?" she said. "Who knows?" said Tirian. "Two enes with drawn swords, as likely as not, one on each side of the door." "You dont think," said Jill, "it might be . . . you know . . . that horrid thing we saw?" "Tash himself?" whispered Tirian. "Theres no knowing. But ce, child: we are all between the paws of the true Aslan.”
Then a most surprising thing happened. Gihe Cat said in a cool, clear voiot at all as if he was excited, "Ill go in, if you like.”
Every creature turned and fixed its eyes o. "Mark their subtleties, Sire," said Poggin to the King. "This cursed cat is in the plot, in the very tre of it. Whatever is iable will not hurt him, Ill be bound. Then Ginger will e out again and say that he has seen some wonder.”
But Tirian had no time to answer him. The Ape was calling the Cat to e forward.
"Ho-ho!" said the Ape. "So you, a pert Puss, would look upon him face to face. e on, then! Ill open the door for you. Dont blame me if he scares the whiskers off your face.
Thats your affair.”
And the Cat got up and came out of its pla the crowd, walking primly and daintily, with its tail in the air, not one hair on its sleek coat out of place. It came on till it had passed the fire and was so close that Tirian, from where he stood with his shoulder against the end-wall of the stable, could lht into its face. Its big green eyes never blinked. ("Cool as a cucumber," muttered Eustace. "It knows it has nothing to fear.") The Ape, chug and making faces, shuttled across beside the Cat: put up his paw: drew
the bolt and opehe door. Tirian thought he could hear the Cat purring as it walked into the dark doorway.
"Aii-aii-aouwee! -" The most horrible caterwaul you ever heard made everyone jump.
You have been wakened yourself by cats quarrelling or making love on the roof in the middle of the night: you know the sound.
This was worse. The Ape was knocked head over heels by Ginger ing back out of the stable at top speed. If you had not known he was a cat, you might have thought he was a ginger-coloured streak of lightning. He shot across the open grass, back into the crowd.
No one wants to meet a cat in that state. You could see animals getting out of his way to left and right. He dashed up a tree, whisked around, and hung head downwards. His tail was bristled out till it was nearly as thick as his whole body: his eyes were like saucers of green fire: along his back every single hair stood on end.
"Id give my beard," whispered Poggin, "to know whether that brute is only ag or whether it has really found something ihat frighte!”
"Peace, friend," said Tirian, for the Captain and the Ape were also whispering and he wao hear what they said. He did not succeed, except that he heard the Ape once more whimpering "My head, my head," but he got the idea that those two were almost as puzzled by the cats behaviour as himself.
"Now, Ginger," said the Captain. "Enough of that ell them what thou hast seen.”
"Aii - Aii - Aaow - Awah," screamed the Cat.
"Art thou not called a Talki?" said the Captain. "Then hold thy devilish noise and talk.”
What followed was rather horrible. Tiria quite certain (and so did the others) that the Cat was trying to say something: but nothing came out of his mouth except the ordinary, ugly oises you might hear from any angry htened old Tom in a backyard in England. And the longer he caterwauled the less like a Talki he looked. Uneasy whimperings and little sharp squeals broke out from among the other Animals.
"Look, look!" said the voice of the Bear. "It t talk. It has fotten how to talk! It has gone back to being a dumb beast. Look at its face." Everyone saw that it was true. And then the greatest terror of all fell upon those Narnians. For every one of them had been taught - when it was only a chick or a puppy or a cub - how Aslan at the beginning of the world had turhe beasts of Narnia into Talkis and warhem that if they werent good they might one day be turned back again and be like the poor witless animals os in other tries. "And now it is ing upon us," they moaned.
"Mercy! Mercy!" wailed the Beasts. "Spare us, Lord Shift, staween us and Aslan, you must always go in and speak to him for us. We darent, we darent.”
Ginger disappeared further up into the tree. No one ever saw him again.
Tirian stood with his hand on his sword-hilt and his head bowed. He was dazed with the horrors of that night. Sometimes he thought it would be best to draw his sword at ond rush upon the ehe momehought it would be better to wait and see what urn affairs might take. And now a urn came.
"My Father," came a clear, ringing voice from the left of the crowd. Tirian k ohat it was one of the enes speaking, for iisrocs army the on soldiers call the officers "My Master" but the officers call their senior officers "My Father". Jill aace didnt know this but, after looking this way and that, they saw the speaker, for of course people at the sides of the crowd were easier to see than people in the middle where the glare of the fire made all beyond it look rather black. He was young and tall and slender, and even rather beautiful in the dark, haughty, ene way.
"My Father," he said to the Captain, "I also desire to go in.”
"Peace, Emeth," said the Captain, "Who called thee to sel? Does it bee a boy to speak?”
"My Father," said Emeth. "Truly I am youhan thou, yet I also am of the blood of the Tarkaans even as thou art, and I also am the servant of Tash. Therefore . . .”
"Silence," said Rishda Tarkaan. "Am not I thy Captain? Thou hast nothing to do with this stable. It is for the Narnians.”
"Nay, my Father," answered Emeth. "Thou hast said that their Aslan and our Tash are all one. And if that is the truth, then Tash himself is in yonder. And how then sayest thou that I have nothing to do with him? Fladly would I die a thousand deaths if I might look on the face of Tash.”
"Thou art a fool and ua nothing," said Rishda Tarkaan. "These be high matters.”
Emeths face grew sterner. "Is it then not true that Tash and Aslan are all one?" he asked.
"Has the Ape lied to us?”
"Of course theyre all one," said the Ape.
"Swear it, Ape," said Emeth.
"Oh dear!" whimpered Shift, "I wish youd all stop b me. My head does ache.
Yes, yes, I swear it.”
"Then, my Father," said Emeth, "I am utterly determio go in.”
"Fool," began Rishda Tarkaan, but at ohe Dwarfs began shouting: "e along, Darkie. Why dont you let him in? Why do you let Narnians in and keep your own people out? What have you got ihat you dont want your owo meet?”
Tirian and his friends could only see the back of Rishda Tarkaan, so they never knew what his face looked like as he shrugged his shoulders and said, "Bear witness all that I am guiltless of this young fools blood. Get thee in, rash boy, and make haste.”
Then, just as Ginger had doh came walking forward into the open strip of grass between the bonfire and the stable. His eyes were shining, his face very solemn, his hand was on his sword-hilt, and he carried his head high. Jill felt like g when she looked at his face. And Jewel whispered in the Kings ear, "By the Lions Mane, I almost love this young warrior, ehough he be. He is worthy of a better god than Tash.”
"I do wish we knew what is really ihere," said Eustace.
Emeth opehe door a in, into the black mouth of the stable. He closed the door behind him. Only a few moments passed - but it seemed longer before the door opened again. A figure in ene armour reeled out, fell on its back, and lay still: the door closed behind it. The Captain leaped towards it a down to stare at its face. He gave a start of surprise. Then he recovered himself and turo the crowd, g out: "The rash boy has had his will. He has looked on Tash and is dead. Take warning, all of you.”
"We will, we will," said the poor Beasts. But Tirian and his friends stared at the dead ene and then at one another. For they, being so close, could see what the crowd, being further off and beyond the fire, could not see: this dead man was not Emeth. He was quite different: an older man, thicker and not so tall, with a big beard.
"Ho-ho-ho," chuckled the Ape. "Any more? Anyone else want to go in? Well, as youre all shy, Ill choose the . You, you Boar! On you e. Drive him up, enes. He shall see Tashlan face to face.”
"O-o-mph," gruhe Boar, rising heavily to his feet. "e on, then. Try my tusks.”
When Tirian saw that brave Beast getting ready to fight for its life - and ene soldiers beginning to close in on it with their drawn scimitars - and no one going to its help - something seemed to burst inside him. He no longer cared if this was the best moment to interfere or not.
"Swords out," he whispered to the others. "Arrow on string. Follow.”
moment the astonished Narnians saw seven figures leap forth in front of the stable, four of them in shining mail. The Kings sword flashed in the firelight as he waved it above his head and cried in a great voice: "Here stand I, Tirian of Narnia, in Aslans o prove with my body that Tash is a foul fiend, the Ape a manifold traitor, and these enes worthy of death. To my side, all true Narnians. Would you wait till your new masters have killed you all one by one?”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
THE PACE QUIS QUICK as lightning, Rishda Tarkaan leaped back out of reach of the Kings sword. He was no coward, and would have fought single-handed against Tirian and the Dwarf if need were. But he could not take on the Eagle and the Uni as well. He knew how Eagles fly into your fad peck at your eyes and blind you9９liｂ? with their wings. And he had heard from his father (who had met Narnians in battle) that no man, except with arrows, or a long spear, match a Uni, for it rears on its hind legs as it falls upon you and then you have its hoofs and its horn and its teeth to deal with all at once. So he rushed into the crowd and stood calling out: "To me, to me, warriors of The Tisroc, may-he-liveforever. To me, all loyal Narnians, lest the wrath of Tashlan fall upon you!”
While this was happening two other things happened as well. The Ape had not realized his danger as quickly as the Tarkaan. For a sed or so he remained squatting beside the fire staring at the newers. Then Tirian rushed upon the wretched creature, picked it up by the scruff of the neck, and dashed back to the stable shouting, "Open the door!”
Poggin ope. "Go and drink your own medie, Shift!" said Tirian and hurled the Ape through into the darkness. But as the Dwarf bahe door shut again, a blinding greenish-blue light sho from the inside of the stable, the earth shook, and there was a strange noise - a clug and screaming as if it was the hoarse voice of some monstrous bird. The Beasts moaned and howled and called out "Tashlan! Hide us from him!" and many fell down, and many hid their faces in their wings or paws. No one except Farsight the Eagle, who has the best eyes of all living things, noticed the face of Rishda Tarkaan at that moment. And from what Farsight saw there he k ohat Rishda was just as surprised, and nearly frightened, as everyone else. "There goes one,”
thought Farsight, "who has called on gods he does not believe in. How will it be with him if they have really e?”
The third thing - which also happe the same moment - was the only really beautiful thing that night. Every sialking Dog in the whole meeting (there were fifteen of
them) came bounding and barking joyously to the Kings side. They were mostly great big dogs with thick shoulders and heavy jaws. Their ing was like the breaking of a great wave on the seabeach: it nearly knocked you down. For though they were Talking Dogs they were just as doggy as they could be: and they all stood up and put their front paws on the shoulders of the humans and licked their faces, all saying at once: "Wele! Wele! Well help, well help, help, help. Show us how to help, show us how, how. Ho?”
It was so lovely that it made you want to cry. This, at last, was the sort of thing they had been hoping for. And when, a moment later, several little animals (mid moles and a squirrel or so) came pattering up, squealing with joy, and saying "See, see. Were here,”
and when, after that, the Bear and the Boar came too, Eustace began to feel that perhaps, after all, everything might be going to e right. But Tirian gazed round and saw how very few of the animals had moved.
"To me! to me!" he called. "Have you all turned cowards since I was your King?”
"We darent," whimpered dozens of voices. "Tashlan would be angry. Shield us from Tashlan.”
"Where are all the Talking Horses?" said Tirian to the Boar.
"Weve seen, weve seen," squealed the Mice. "The Ape has made them work. Theyre all tied - down at the bottom of the hill.”
"Then all you little ones," said Tirian, "you nibblers and gnawers and nutcrackers, away with you as fast as you scamper and see if the Horses are on our side. And if they are, get your teeth into the ropes and gnaw till the Horses are free and bring them hither.”
"With a good will, Sire," came the small voices, and with a whisk of tails those sharp-eyed and sharp-toothed folk were off. Tirian smiled for mere love as he saw them go. But it was already time to be thinking of other things. Rishda Tarkaan was giving his orders.
"Forward," he said. "Take all of them alive if you and hurl them into the stable or drive them into it. When they are all in we will put fire to it and make them an to the great god Tash.”
"?９9ｌｉｂ.!" said Farsight to himself. "So that is how he hopes to win Tashs pardon for his unbelief.”
The enemy line - about half of Rishdas force - was now moving forward, and Tirian had barely time to give his orders.
"Out on the left, Jill, and try to shoot all you may before they reach us. Boar and Bear o her. Poggin on my left, Eustay right. Hold the right wing, Jewel. Stand by
him, Puzzle, and use your hoofs. Hover and strike, Farsight. You Dogs, just behind us.
Go in among them after the sword-play has begun. Aslan to our aid!”
Eustace stood with his heart beating terribly, hoping and hoping that he would be brave.
He had never seen anything (though he had seen both a dragon and a seaserpent) that made his blood run so cold as that line of dark-faced bright-eyed men. There were fifteen enes, a Talking Bull of Narnia, Slihe Fox, and Wraggle the Satyr. Then he heard twang-and-zipp on his left and one ene fell: then twang-andzipp again and the Satyr was down. "Oh, well done, daughter!" came Tirians voice; and then the enemy were upon them.
Eustace could never remember what happened in the wo minutes. It was all like a dream (the sort you have when your temperature is over 100) until he heard Rishda Tarkaans voice calling out from the distance: "Retire. Back hither and re-form.”
Theace came to his senses and saw the enes scampering back to their friends. But not all of them. Two lay dead, pierced by Jewels horn, one by Tirians sword. The Fox lay dead at his ow, and he wondered if it was he who had killed it.
The Bull also was down, shot through the eye by an arrow from Jill and gashed in his side by the Boars tusk. But our side had its losses too. Three dogs were killed and a fourth was hobbling behind the line on three legs and whimpering. The Bear lay on the ground, moving feebly. Then it mumbled in its throaty voice, bewildered to the last, "I - I dont uand," laid its big head down on the grass as quietly as a child going to sleep, and never moved again.
In fact, the first attack had failed. Eustace didnt seem able to be glad about it: he was so terribly thirsty and his arm ached so.
As the defeated enes went back to their ahe Dwarfs began jeering at them.
"Had enough, Darkies?" they yelled. "Dont you like it? Why doesnt yreat Tarkaan go and fight himself instead of sending you to be killed? Poor Darkies!”
"Dwarfs," cried Tirian. "e here and use your swords, not your tongues. There is still time. Dwarfs of Narnia! You fight well, I know. e back to your allegiance.”
"Yah!" she Dwarfs. "Not likely. Youre just as big humbugs as the other lot. We dont want any Kings. The Dwarfs are for the Dwarfs. Boo!”
Then the Drum began: not a Dwarf drum this time, but a big bulls hide ene drum.
The children from the very first hated the sound. Boom - boom - ba-ba-boom it went. But they would have hated it far worse if they had known what it meant. Tirian did. It meant that there were other eroops somewhere near and that Rishda Tarkaan was
calling them to his aid. Tirian and Jewel looked at one another sadly. They had just begun to hope that they might win that night: but it would be all over with them if new enemies appeared.
Tirian gazed despairingly round. Several Narnians were standing with the enes, whether through treachery or in ho fear of "Tashlan". Others were sitting still, staring, not likely to joiher side. But there were fewer animals now: the crowd was much smaller. Clearly, several of them had just crept quietly away during the fighting.
Boom - boom - ba-ba-boom went the horrible drum. Then another sound began to mix with it. "Listen!" said Jewel: and then "Look!" said Farsight. A moment later there was no doubt what it was. With a thunder of hoofs, with tossing heads, widened nostrils, and waving manes, over a score of Talking Horses of Narnia came charging up the hill. The gnawers and nibblers had doheir work.
Poggin the Dwarf and the children opeheir mouths to cheer but that cheer never came. Suddenly the air was full of the sound of twanging bow-strings and hissing arrows.
It was the Dwarfs who were shooting and - for a moment Jill could hardly believe her eyes - they were shooting the Horses. Dwarfs are deadly archers. Horse after Horse rolled over. Not one of those noble Beasts ever reached the King.
"Little Swine," shrieked Eustace, dang in his rage. "Dirty, filthy, treacherous little brutes." Even Jewel said, "Shall I run after those Dwarfs, Sire, and spit ten of them on my horn at each plbbr>unge?" But Tirian with his face as stern as stone, said, "Stand fast, Jewel.
If you must weep, sweetheart (this was to Jill), turn your face aside and see you wet not your bow-string. And peace, Eustace. Do not scold, like a kit-girl. No warrior scolds.
Courteous words or else hard knocks are his only language.”
But the Dwarfs jeered back at Eustace. "That was a surprise for you, little boy, eh?
Thought we were on your side, did you? No fear. We dont want any Talking Horses. We dont want you to win any more thaher gang. You t take us in. The Dwarfs are for the Dwarfs.”
Rishda Tarkaan was still talking to his men, doubtless making arras for the attad probably wishing he had sent his whole forto the first. The drum boomed on. Then, to their horror, Tirian and his friends heard, far fainter as if from a long way off, an answering drum. Another body of enes had heard Rishdas signal and were ing to support him. You would not have known from Tirians face that he had now given up all hope.
"Listen," he whispered in a matter-of-fact voice, "we must attaow, before yonder mists are strengthened by their friends.”
"Bethink you, Sire," said Poggin, "that here we have the good wooden wall of the stable at our backs. If we advance, shall we not be encircled a sword-points between our shoulders?”
"I would say as you do, Dwarf," said Tirian. "Were it not their very plan to force us into the stable? The further we are from its deadly door, the better.”
"The King is right," said Farsight. "Away from this accursed stable, and whatever goblin lives i, at all costs.”
"Yes, do lets," said Eustace. "Im ing to hate the very sight of it.”
"Good," said Tirian. "Now look yoo our left. You see a great rock that gleams white like marble in the firelight. First we will fall upon those enes. You, maiden, shall move out on our left and shoot as fast as ever you may into their ranks: and you, Eagle, fly at their faces from the right. Meanwhile we others will be charging them. When we are so close, Jill, that you o longer shoot at them for fear of striking us, go back to the white rod wait. You others, keep your ears wide even in the fighting. We must put them to flight in a few minutes or else not at all, for we are fewer than they. As soon as I call Back, then rush to join Jill at the white rock, where we shall have prote behind us and breathe awhile. Now, be off, Jill.”
Feeling terribly alone, Jill ran out about twenty feet, put her right leg bad her left leg forward, a an arrow to her string. She wished her hands were not shaking so.
"Thats a rotten shot!" she said as her first arrow sped towards the enemy and flew over their heads. But she had another ori moment: she khat speed was what mattered. She saw something big and black darting into the faces of the ehat was Farsight. First one man, and then another, dropped his sword and put up both his hands to defend his eyes. Then one of her own arrows hit a man, and another hit a Narnian wolf, who had, it seemed, joihe enemy. But she had been shooting only for a few seds when she had to stop. With a flash of swords and of the Boars tusks and Jewels horn, and with deep baying from the dogs, Tirian and his party were rushing on their enemies, like men in a hundred yards race. Jill was astoo see how unprepared the enes seemed to be. She did not realize that this was the result of her work and the Eagles. Very few troops keep on looking steadily to the front if they are getting arrows in their faces from one side and being pecked by an eagle oher.
"Oh well done. Well done!" shouted Jill. The Kings party were cutting their way right into the enemy. The Uni was tossing men as youd toss hay on a fork. Eveace seemed to Jill (who after all didnt know very much about swordsmanship) to be fighting brilliantly. The Dogs were at the ehroats. It was going to work! It was victory at last - With a horrible, cold shock Jill noticed a strahing. Though enes were falling at eaarnian sword-stroke, they never seemed to get any fewer. In fact, there were actually more of them now thahe fight began. There were more every sed. They were running up from every side. They were new ehese new ones had spears. There was such a crowd of them that she could hardly see her own friends. Then she heard Tirians voice g:
"Back! To the rock!”
The enemy had been reinforced. The drum had dos work.
CHAPTER TWELVE
THROUGH THE STABLE DOOR JILL ought to have been back at the white rock already but she had quite fotten that part of her orders in the excitement of watg the fight. Now she remembered. She tur ond ran to it, and arrived there barely a sed before the others. It thus happehat all of them, for a moment, had their backs to the enemy. They all wheeled round the moment they had reached it. A terrible sight met their eyes.
A ene was running towards the stable door carrying something that kicked and struggled. As he came between them and the fire they could see clearly both the shape of the man and the shape of what he carried. It was Eustace.
Tirian and the Uni rushed out to rescue him. But the ene was now far o the door then they. Before they had covered half the distance he had flua and shut the door on him. Half a dozen more enes had run up behind him. They formed a line on the open space before the stable. There was ing at it now.
Even then Jill remembered to keep her face turned aside, well away from her bow. "Even if I t stop blubbing, I wo my stri," she said.
"Ware arrows," said Poggin suddenly.
Everyone ducked and pulled his helmet well over his he Dogs crouched behind. But though a few arrows came their way it soon became clear that they were not being shot at. Griffle and his Dwarfs were at their archery again. This time they were coolly shooting at the enes.
"Keep it up, boys!" came Griffles voice. "All together. Carefully. We dont want Darkies any more than we want Monkeys - or Lions - or Kings. The Dwarfs are for the Dwarfs.”
Whatever else you may say about Dwarfs, no one say they arent brave. They could easily have got away to some safe place. They preferred to stay and kill as many of both sides as they could, except when both sides were kind enough to save them trouble by killing one ahey wanted Narnia for their own.
erhaps they had not taken into at was that the enes were mail-clad and the Horses had had no prote. Also the enes had a leader. Rishda Tarkaans voice cried out: "Thirty of you keep wat those fools by the white rock. The rest, after me, that we may teach these sons of earth a lesson.”
Tirian and his friends, still panting from their fight and thankful for a few minutes rest, stood and looked on while the Tarkaan led his men against the Dwarfs. It was a strange se by now. The fire had sunk lower: the light it gave was now less and of a darker red.
As far as one could see, the whole place of assembly was y except for the Dwarf and the enes. In that light one couldnt make out much of what was happening. It sounded as if the Dwarfs were putting up a good fight. Tirian could hear Griffle using dreadful language, and every now and thearkaan calling, "Take all you alive! Take them alive!”
Whatever that fight may have been like, it did not last long. The noise of it died away.
Then Jill saw the Tarkaan ing back to the stable: eleven men followed him, dragging eleven bound Dwarfs. (Whether the others had all been killed, or whether some of them had got away, was never known.)
"Throw them into the shrine of Tash," said Rishda Tarkaan.
And when the eleven Dwarfs, oer the other, had been flung or kicked into that dark doorway and the door had been shut again, he bowed low to the stable and said: "These also are for thy burnt , Lord Tash.”
And all the enes bahe flats of their swords on their shields and shouted, "Tash! Tash! The great god Tash! Inexorable Tash!" (There was no nonsense about "Tashlan" now.)
The little party by the white rock watched these doings and whispered to one another.
They had found a trickle of water ing down the rod all had drunk eagerly - Jill and Poggin and the King in their hands, while the four-footed ones lapped from the little pool which it had made at the foot of the stone. Such was their thirst that it seemed the most delicious drink they had ever had in their lives, and while they were drinking they were perfectly happy and could not think of anything else.
"I feel in my bones," said Poggin, "that we shall all, one by one, pass through that dark door before m. I think of a hundred deaths I would rather have died.”
"It is indeed a grim door," said Tirian. "It is more like a mouth.”
"Oh, t we do anything to stop it?" said Jill in a shaken voice.
"Nay, fair friend," said Jewel, nosing her gently. "It may be for us the door to Aslans try and we shall sup at his table tonight.”
Rishda Tarkaan turned his ba the stable and walked slowly to a place in front of the white rock.
"Hearken," he said. "If the Boar and the Dogs and the Uni will e over to me and put themselves in my mercy, their lives shall be spared. The Boar shall go to a cage iisrocs garden, the Dogs to The Tisrocs kennels, and the Uni, when I have sawn his horn off, shall draw a cart. But the Eagle, the children, and he who was the King shall be offered to Tash this night.”
The only answer was growls.
"Get on, warriors," said the Tarkaan. "Kill the beasts, but take the two- legged ones alive.”
And then the last battle of the last King of Narnia began.
What made it hopeless, even apart from the numbers of the enemy, was the spears. The enes who had been with the Ape almost from the beginning had had no spears: that was because they had e into Narnia by ones and twos, pretending to be peaceful merts, and of course they had carried no spears for a spear is not a thing you hide. The new ones must have e in later, after the Ape was already strong and they could march openly. The spears made all the difference. With a long spear you kill a boar before you are in reach of his tusks and a uni before you are in reach of his horn; if you are very quid keep your head. And now the levelled spears were closing in on Tirian and his last friends. mihey were all fighting for their lives.
In a way it wasnt quite so bad as you might think.
When you are using every muscle to the full - dug under a spear-point here, leaping over it there, lunging forward, drawing back, wheeling round - you havent much time to feel either frightened or sad. Tirian knew he could do nothing for the others now; they were all doomed together. He vaguely saw the Bo down on one side of him, and Jewel fighting furiously oher. Out of the er of one eye he saw, but only just saw, a big ene pulling Jill away somewhere by her hair. But he hardly thought about any of these things. His only thought now was to sell his life as dearly as he could.
The worst of it was that he couldo the position in which he had started, uhe white rock. A man who is fighting a dozen e once must take his ces wherever he ; must dart in wherever he sees an enemys breast or neck unguarded. In a very few strokes this may get you quite a distance from the spot where you began. Tirian soon found that he was getting further and further to the right, o the stable. He had a vague idea in his mind that there was some good reason for keeping away from it. But he couldnt now remember what the reason was. And anyway, he couldnt help it.
All at once everything came quite clear. He found he was fighting the Tarkaan himself.
The bonfire (what was left of it) was straight in front. He was in fact fighting in the very doorway of the stable, for it had been opened and two enes were holding the door, ready to slam it shut the moment he was inside. He remembered everything now, and he realized that the enemy had been edging him to the stable on purpose ever sihe fight began. And while he was thinking this he was still fighting the Tarkaan as hard as he could.
A new idea came into Tirians head. He dropped his sword, darted forward, in uhe sweep of the Tarkaans scimitar, seized his enemy by the belt with both hands, and jumped bato the stable, shouting: "e in aash yourself!”
There was a deafening noise. As when the Ape had been flung in, the earth shook and there was a blinding light.
The ene soldiers outside screamed. "Tash, Tash!" and bahe door. If Tash waheir otain, Tash must have him. They, at any rate, did not want to meet Tash.
For a moment or two Tirian did not know where he was or even who he was. Theeadied himself, blinked, and looked around. It was not dark ihe stable, as he had expected. He was in strong light: that was why he was blinking.
He turo look at Rishda Tarkaan, but Rishda was not looking at him. Rishda gave a great wail and poihe his hands before his fad fell flat, face downwards, on the ground. Tirian looked in the dire where the Tarkaan had pointed.
And then he uood.
A terrible figure was ing towards them. It was far smaller than the shape they had seen from the Tower, though still much bigger than a man, and it was the same. It had a vultures head and four arms. Its beak en and its eyes blazed. A croaking voice came from its beak.
"Thou hast called me into Narnia, Rishda Tarkaan. Here I am. What hast thou to say?”
But the Tarkaaher lifted his face from the ground nor said a word. He was shaking like a man with a bad hiccup. He was brave enough in battle: but half his ce had left him earlier that night when he first began to suspect that there might be a real Tash. The rest of it had left him now.
With a sudden jerk -like a hen stooping to pick up a worm - Tash pounced on the miserable Rishda and tucked him uhe upper of his twht arms. Then Tash turned his head sidewise to fix Tirian with one of his terrible eyes: for of course, having a birds head, he couldnt look at you straight.
But immediately, from behind Tash, strong and calm as the summer sea, a voice said: "Begone, Monster, and take your lawful prey to your own place: in the name of Aslan and Aslans great Father the Emperor-over-the-Sea.”
The hideous creature vanished, with the Tarkaan still us arm. And Tirian turo see who had spoken.
And what he saw the his heart beating as it had never beaten in any fight.
Seven Kings and Queens stood before him, all with s on their heads and all in glittering clothes, but the Kings wore fine mail as well and had their swords drawn in their hands. Tirian bowed courteously and was about to speak when the you of the Queens laughed. He stared hard at her face, and then gasped with amazement, for he knew her. It was Jill: but not Jill as he had last seen her, with her face all dirt and tears and an old drill dress half slipping off one shoulder. Now she looked cool and fresh, as fresh as if she had just e from bathing. And at first he thought she looked older, but then didnt, and he could e>..ver make up his mind on that point. And then he saw that the you of the Kings was Eustace: but he also was ged as Jill was ged.
Tirian suddenly felt awkward about ing among these people with the blood and dust and sweat of a battle still on him. moment he realized that he was not in that state at all. He was fresh and cool and , and dressed in such clothes as he would have worn freat feast at Cair Paravel. (But in Narnia yood clothes were never your unfortable ohey knew how to make things that felt beautiful as well as lookiiful in Narnia: and there was no such thing as starch or flannel or elastic to be found from one end of the try to the other.)
"Sire," said Jill ing forward and making a beautiful curtsey, "let me make you known to Peter the High King over all Kings in Narnia.”
Tirian had o ask which was the High King, for he remembered his face (though here it was far nobler) from his dream. He stepped forward, sank on one knee and kissed Peters hand.
"High King," he said. "You are wele to me.”
And the High King raised him and kissed him on both cheeks as a High King should.
Then he led him to the eldest of the Queens - but even she was not old, and there were no grey hairs on her head and no wrinkles on her cheek - and said, "Sir, this is that Lady Polly who came into Narnia on the First Day, when Aslan made the trees grow and the Beasts talk." He brought him o a man whose golden beard flowed over his breast and whose face was full of wisdom. "And this," he said, "is the Lord Digory ith her on that day. And this is my brother, King Edmund: and this my sister, the Queen Lucy.”
"Sir," said Tirian, when he had greeted all these. "If I have read the icle aright, there should be another. Has not your Majesty two sisters? Where is Queen Susan?”
"My sister Susan," answered Peter shortly and gravely, "is no longer a friend of Narnia.”
"Yes," said Eustace, "and whenever youve tried to get her to e and talk about Narnia or do anything about Narnia, she says, `What wonderful memories you have! Fancy your still thinking about all those funny games we used to play when we were children.“
"Oh Susan!" said Jill. "Shes ied in nothing nowadays except nylons and lipstid invitations. She always was a jolly sight too keen on being grown-up.”
"Grown-up, indeed," said the Lady Polly. "I wish she would grow up. She wasted all her school time wanting to be the age she is now, and shell waste all the rest of her life trying to stay that age. Her whole idea is to ra to the silliest time of ones life as quick as she and then stop bbr>there as long as she .”
"Well, doalk about that now," said Peter. "Look! Here are lovely fruit-trees. Let us taste them.”
And then, for the first time, Tirian looked about him and realized how very queer this adventure was.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
HOW THE DWARFS REFUSED TO BE TAKEN IN TIRIAN had thought - or he would have thought if he had time to think at all - that they were inside a little thatched stable, about twelve feet long and six feet wide. Iy they stood on grass, the deep blue sky was overhead, and the air which blew gently on their faces was that of a day in early summer. Not far away from them rose a grove of trees, thickly leaved, but under every leaf there peeped out the gold or faint yellow or purple lowing red of fruits such as no one has seen in our world. The fruit made Tiriahat it must be autumn but there was something in the feel of the air that told him it could not be later than Juhey all moved towards the trees.
Everyone raised his hand to pick the fruit he best liked the look of, and then everyone paused for a sed. This fruit was so beautiful that each felt "It t be meant for me... surely were not allowed to pluck it.”
"Its all right," said Peter. "I know what were all thinking. But Im sure, quite sure, we . Ive a feeling weve got to the try where everything is allowed.”
"Here goes, then!" said Eustace. And they all began to eat.
What was the fruit like? Unfortunately no one describe a taste. All I say is that, pared with those fruits, the freshest grapefruit youve ever eaten was dull, and the juiciest e was dry, and the most melting pear was hard and woody, and the sbbr>藏书网weetest wild strawberry was sour. And there were no seeds or stones, and no s. If you had oen that fruit, all the hings in this world would taste like medies after it.
But I t describe it. You t find out what it is like unless you get to that try and taste it for yourself.
When they had eaten enough, Eustace said to Kier, "You haveold us how you got here. You were just going to, when King Tirian turned up.”
"Theres not much to tell," said Peter. "Edmund and I were standing on the platform and we saw your train ing in. I remember thinking it was taking the bend far too fast. And I remember thinking how funny it was that our people were probably in the same train though Lucy didnt know about it -”
"Your people, High King?" said Tirian.
"I mean my Father and Mother - Edmunds and Lucys and mine.”
"Why were they?" asked Jill. "You doo say they know about Narnia?”
"Oh no, it had nothing to do with Narnia. They were on their way to Bristol. Id only heard they were going that m. But Edmund said theyd be bound to be going by that train." (Edmund was the sort of person who knows about railways.)
"And what happehen?" said Jill.
"Well, its not very easy to describe, is it, Edmund?" said the High King.
"Not very," said Edmund. "It wasnt at all like that other time when we were pulled out of our own world by Magic. There was a frightful roar and something hit me with a bang, but it didnt hurt. And I felt not so much scared as - well, excited. Oh - and this is one queer thing.
Id had a rather sore knee, from a hack at rugger. I noticed it had suddenly gone. And I felt very light. And then - here we were.”
"It was much the same for us in the railway carriage," said the Lord Digory, wiping the last traces of the fruit from his golden beard. "Only I think you and I, Polly, chiefly felt
that wed been unstiffened. You youngsters wont uand. But we stopped feeling old.”
"Youngsters, indeed!" said Jill. "I dont believe you two really are much older than we are here.”
"Well if we arent, we have been," said the Lady Polly.
"And what has been happening since you got here?" asked Eustace.
"Well," said Peter, "for a long time (at least I suppose it was a long time) nothing happehen the door opened -”
"The door?" said Tirian.
"Yes," said Peter. "The door you came in - or came out - by. Have you fotten?”
"But where is it?”
"Look," said Peter and pointed.
Tirian looked and saw the queerest and most ridiculous thing you imagine. Only a few yards away, clear to be seen in the sunlight, there stood up a rough wooden door and, round it, the framework of the doorway: nothing else, no walls, no roof. He walked towards it, bewildered, and the others followed, watg to see what he would do. He walked round to the other side of the door. But it looked just the same from the other side: he was still in the open air, on a summer m. The door was simply standing up by itself as if it had grown there like a tree.
"Fair Sir," said Tirian to the High King, "this is a great marvel.”
"It is the door you came through with that ene five minutes ago," said Peter smiling.
"But did I not e in out of the wood into the stable? Whereas this seems to be a door leading from o nowhere.”
"It looks like that if you walk round it," said Peter. "But put your eye to that place where there is a crack between two of the planks and look through.”
Tirian put his eye to the hole. At first he could see nothing but blaess. Then, at his eyes grew used to it, he saw the dull red glow of a bohat was nearly going out, and above that, in a black sky, stars. Then he could see dark figures moving about or standiween him and the fire: he could hear them talking and their voices were like those of enes. So he khat he was looking out through the stable door into the darkness of Lantern Waste where he had fought his last battle. The men were discussing
whether to go in and look for Rishda Tarkaan (but none of them wao do that) or to set fire to the stable.
He looked round again and could hardly believe his eyes. There was the blue sky overhead, and grassy try spreading as far as he could see in every dire, and his new friends all round him laughing.
"It seems, then," said Tirian, smiling himself, "that the stable seen from within and the stable seen from without are two different places.”
"Yes," said the Lord Digory. "Its inside is bigger than its outside.”
"Yes," said Queen Lucy. "In our world too, a stable once had something i that was bigger than our whole world." It was the first time she had spoken, and from the thrill in her voice, Tirian now knew why. She was drinking everything in even more deeply thahers. She had been too happy to speak. He wao hear her speak again, so he said: "Of your courtesy, Madam, tell on. Tell me your whole adventure.”
"After the shod the noise," said Lucy, "we found ourselves here. And we wo the door, as you did. Then the door opened for the first time (we saw darkhrough the doorway when it did) and there came through a big man with a naked sword. We saw by his arms that he was a ene. He took his stand beside the door with his sword raised, resting on his shoulder, ready to cut down anyone who came through. We went to him and spoke to him, but we thought he could her see nor hear us. And he never looked round on the sky and the sunlight and the grass: I think he couldnt see them either. So then we waited a long time. Then we heard the bolt being drawn oher side of the door. But the man did ready to strike with his sword till he could see who was ing in. So we supposed he had been told to strike some and spare others.
But at the very moment when the door opened, all of a sudden Tash was there, on this side of the door; none of us saw where he came from. And through the door there came a big Cat. It gave one look at Tash and ran for its life: just in time, for he pou it and the door hit his beak as it was shut. The man could see Tash. He turned very pale and bowed down before the Monster: but it vanished away.
"Then we waited a long time again. At last the door opened for the third time and there came in a young ene. I liked him. The se the door started, and looked very surprised, when he saw him. I think hed been expeg someone quite different -”
"I see it all now," said Eustace (he had the bad habit of interrupting stories). "The Cat was to go in first and the sentry had orders to do him no harm. The was to e out and say hed seen their beastly Tashlan and pretend to be frightened so as to scare the other Animals. But what Shift never guessed was that the real Tash would turn up; so Ginger came out really frightened. And after that, Shift would send in anyone he wao get rid of and the sentry would kill them.
And -”
"Friend," said Tirian softly, "you hihe lady iale.”
"Well," said Lucy, "the sentry was surprised. That gave the other man just time to get on guard. They had a fight. He killed the sentry and flung him outside the door. Then he came walking slowly forward to where we were. He could see us, and everything else.
We tried to talk to him but he was rather like a man in a trance. He kept on saying Tash, Tash, where is Tash? I go to Tash. So we gave it up and he went away somewhere - over there. I liked him. And after that ... ugh!" Lucy made a face.
"After that," said Edmund, "someone flung a mohrough the door. And Tash was there again. My sister is so tender-hearted she doesnt like to tell you that Tash made one ped the Monkey was gone!”
"Serve him right!" said Eustace. "All the same, I hope hell disagree with Tash too.”
"And after that," said Edmund, "came about a dozen Dwarfs: and then Jill, aace, and last of all yourself.”
"I hope Tash ate the Dwarfs too," said Eustace. "Little swine.”
"No, he didnt," said Lucy. "And dont be horrid. Theryre still here. In fact you see them from here. And Ive tried and tried to make friends with them but its no use.”
"Friends with them!" cried Eustace. "If you knew how those Dwarfs have been behaving!”
"Oh stop it, Eustace," said Lucy. "Do e ahem. King Tirian, perhaps you could do something with them.”
"I feel no great love for Dwarfs today," said Tirian. "Yet at your asking, Lady, I would do a greater thing than this.”
Lucy led the way and soon they could all see the Dwarfs. They had a very odd look. They werent strolling about or enjoying themselves (although the cords with which they had been tied seemed to have vanished) nor were they lying down and having a rest. They were sitting very close together in a little circle fag one another. They never looked round or took any notice of the humans till Lud Tirian were almost near enough to touch them. Then the Dwarfs all cocked their heads as if they couldnt see a were listening hard and trying to guess by the sound what was happening.
"Look out!" said one of them in a surly voice. "Mind where yoing. Dont walk into our faces!”
"All right!" said Eustadignantly. "Were not blind. Weve got eyes in our heads.”
"They must be darn good ones if you see in here," said the same Dwarf whose name was Diggle.
"In where?" asked Edmund.
"Why you bone-head, in here of course," said Diggle. "In this pitch-black, poky, smelly little hole of a stable.”
"Are you blind?" said Tirian.
"Aint we all blind in the dark!" said Diggle.
"But it isnt dark, you poor stupid Dwarfs," said Lucy. "t you see? Look up! Look round! t you see the sky and the trees and the flowers? t you see me?”
"How in the name of all Humbug I see what aint there? And how I see you any more than you see me in this pitch darkness?”
"But I see you," said Lucy. "Ill prove I see you. Youve got a pipe in your mouth.”
"Ahat knows the smell of baccy could tell that," said Diggle.
"Oh the poor things! This is dreadful," said Lucy. Then she had an idea. She stopped and picked some wild violets. "Listen, Dwarf," she said. "Even if your eyes are wrong, perhaps your nose is all right: you smell that?" She leaned across and held the fresh, damp flowers to Diggles ugly nose. But she had to jump back quickly in order to avoid a blow from his hard little fist.
"None of that!" he shouted. "How dare you! What do you mean by shoving a lot of filthy stable-litter in my face? There was a thistle in it too. Its like your sauce! And who are you anyway?”
"Earth-man," said Tirian, "she is the Queen Lucy, sent hither by Aslan out of the deep past. And it is for her sake alohat I, Tirian your lawful King, do not cut all your heads from your shoulders, proved and twice-proved traitors that you are.”
"Well if that does everything!" exclaimed Diggle. "How you go on talking all that rot? Your wonderful Lion didnt e and help you, did he? Thought not. And now - even now - when youve beeen and shoved into this black hole, just the same as the rest of us, youre still at your old game. Starting a new lie! Trying to make us believe were none of us shut up, and it aint dark, and heaven knows what.”
"There is no black hole, save in your own fancy, fool," cried Tirian. "e out of it.”
And, leaning forward, he caught Diggle by the belt and the hood and swung him right out of the circle of Dwarfs. But the moment Tirian put him down, Diggle darted back to his place among the others, rubbing his nose and howling: "Ohat dyou do that for! Banging my face against the wall. Youve nearly broken my nose.”
"Oh dear!" said Lucy, "What are we to do for them?”
"Let em alone," said Eustace: but as he spoke the earth trembled. The sweet air grew suddenly sweeter. A brightness flashed behind them. All turirian turned last because he was afraid. There stood his hearts desire, huge and real, the golden Lion, Aslan himself, and already the others were kneeling in a circle round his forepaws and burying their hands and faces in his mane as he stooped his great head to touch them with his tohen he fixed his eyes upon Tirian, and Tirian came near, trembling, and flung himself at the Lio, and the Lion kissed him and said, "Well done, last of the Kings of Narnia who stood firm at the darkest hour.”
"Aslan," said Lucy through her tears, "could you - will you - do something for these poor Dwarfs?”
"Dearest," said Aslan, "I will show you both what I , and what I ot, do." He came close to the Dwarfs and gave a low growl: low, but it set all the air shaking. But the Dwarfs said to one another, "Hear that? Thats the gang at the other end of the stable.
Trying thten us. They do it with a mae of some kind. Dont take any notice.
They wont take us in again!”
Aslan raised his head and shook his mane. Instantly a glorious feast appeared on the Dwarfs knees: pies and tongues and pigeons and trifles and ices, and each Dwarf had a goblet of good wine in his right hand. But it wasnt much use. They begaing and drinking greedily enough, but it was clear that they couldnt taste it properly. They thought they were eating and drinking only the sort of things you might find in a stable.
One said he was trying to eat hay and another said he had a bit of an old turnip and a third said hed found a raw cabbage leaf. And they raised golden goblets of rich red wio their lips and said "Ugh! Fancy drinking dirty water out of a trough that a donkeys been at! hought wed e to this." But very soon every Dwarf began suspeg that every other Dwarf had found something han he had, and they started grabbing and snatg, a on to quarrelling, till in a few mihere was a free fight and all the good food was smeared on their faces and clothes or trodden under foot. But when at last they sat down to heir black eyes and their bleeding hey all said: "Well, at any rate theres no Humbug here. We have aake us in. The Dwarfs are for the Dwarfs.”
"You see, " said Aslan. "They will not let us help them. They have chosen ing instead of belief. Their prison is only in their own minds, yet they are in that prison; and so afraid of being taken in that they ot be taken out. But e, children. I have other work to do.”
He went to the Door and they all followed him. He raised his head and roared, "Now it is time!" then louder, "Time!"; then so loud that it could have shakears, "TIME.”
The Door flew open.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
NIGHT FALLS ON NARNIA THEY all stood beside Aslan, on his right side, and looked through the open doorway.
The bonfire had go. On the earth all was blaess: in fact you could not have told that you were looking into a wood if you had not seehe dark shapes of the trees ended and the stars began. But when Aslan had roared yet again, out on their left they saw another black shape. That is, they saw another patch where there were no stars: and the patch rose up higher and higher and became the shape of a man, the hugest of all giants. They all knew Narnia well enough to work out where he must be standing. He must be on the high moorlands that stretch away to the North beyond the River Shribble.
Then Jill aace remembered how once long ago, in the deep caves beh those moors, they had seen a great giant asleep aold that his name was Father Time, and that he would wake on the day the world ended.
"Yes," said Aslan, though they had not spoken. "While he lay dreaming his name was Time. Now that he is awake he will have a new one.”
Then the great giant raised a horn to his mouth. They could see this by the ge of the black shape he made against the stars. After that - quite a bit later, because sound travels so slowly - they heard the sound of the horn: high and terrible, yet of a strange, deadly beauty.
Immediately the sky became full of shooting stars. Even one shooting star is a fihing to see; but these were dozens, and then scores, and then hundreds, till it was like silver rain: and it went on and on. And when it had gone on for some while, one or two of them began to think that there was another dark shape against the sky as well as the giants. It was in a different place, right overhead, up in the very roof of the sky as you might call it.
"Perhaps it is a cloud," thought Edmund. At any rate, there were no stars there: just blaess. But all around, the downpour of stars went on. And thearless patch
began to grow, spreading further and further out from the tre of the sky. And presently a quarter of the whole sky was black, and then a half, and at last the rain of shooting stars was going on only low dowhe horizon.
With a thrill of wonder (and there was some terror in it too) they all suddenly realized what was happening. The spreading blaess was not a cloud at all: it was simply emptiness. The black part of the sky was the part in which there were no stars left. All the stars were falling: Aslan had called them home.
The last few seds before the rain of stars had quite ended were very exg. Stars began falling all round them. But stars in that world are not the great flaming globes they are in ours. They are people (Edmund and Lucy had o one). So now they found showers of glittering people, all with long hair like burning silver and spears like white-hot metal, rushing down to them out of the black air, swifter than falling stohey made a hissing noise as they landed and burnt the grass. And all these stars glided past them and stood somewhere behind, a little to the right.
This was a great advantage, because otherwise, now that there were no stars in the sky, everything would have been pletely dark and you could have seen nothing. As it was, the crowd of stars behind them cast a fierce, white light over their shoulders. They could see mile upon mile of Narnian woods spread out before them, looking as if they were floodlit. Every bush and almost every blade of grass had its black shadow behind it. The edge of every leaf stood out so sharp that youd think you could cut your finger on it.
On the grass before them lay their own shadows. But the great thing was Aslans shadow.
It streamed away to their left, enormous aerrible. And all this was under a sky that would now be starless forever.
The light from behind them (and a little to their right) was s that it lit up even the slopes of the Northern Moors. Something was moving there. Enormous animals were crawling and sliding down into Narnia: great dragons and giant lizards and featherless birds with wings like bats wings. They disappeared into the woods and for a few mihere was silehen there came - at first from very far off - sounds of wailing and then, from every dire, a rustling and a pattering and a sound of wings. It came nearer and nearer. Soon one could distinguish the scamper of little feet from the padding of big paws, and the clack-clack of light little hoofs from the thunder of great ones. And then one could see thousands of pairs of eyes gleaming. And at last, out of the shadow of the trees, rag up the hill for dear life, by thousands and by millions, came all kinds of creatures - Talkis, Dwarfs, Satyrs, Fauns, Giants, enes, men from Arland, Monopods, and strange uhly things from the remote islands of the unknowern lands. And all these ran up to the doorway where Aslan stood.
This part of the adventure was the only one which seemed rather like a dream at the time and rather hard to remember properly afterwards. Especially, one couldnt say how long it had taken. Sometimes it seemed to have lasted only a few minutes, but at others it felt as if it might have gone on for years. Obviously, unless either the Door had grown very
much larger or the creatures had suddenly grown as small as gnats, a crowd like that couldnt ever have tried to get through it. But no ohought about that sort of thing at the time.
The creatures came rushing on, their eyes brighter and brighter as they drew nearer and o the standing Stars. But as they came right up to Aslan one or other of two things happeo each of them. They all looked straight in his face, I dont think they had any choice about that. And when some looked, the expression of their faces ged terribly - it was fear and hatred: except that, on the faces of Talking Bears, the fear and hatred lasted only for a fra of a sed. You could see that they suddenly ceased to the Talkis. They were just ordinary animals. And all the creatures who looked at Aslan in that way swerved to their right, his left, and disappeared into his huge black shadow, which (as you have heard) streamed away to the left of the doorway. The children never saw them again. I dont know what became of them. But the others looked in the face of Aslan and loved him, though some of them were very frighte the same time. And all these came in at the Door, in on Aslans right. There were some queer spes among them. Eustace even reized one of those very Dwarfs who had helped to shoot the Horses. But he had no time to wonder about that sort of thing (and anyway it was no business of his) freat joy put everything else out of his head.
Among the happy creatures who now came crowding round Tirian and his friends were all those whom they had thought dead. There was Roonwit the taur and Jewel the Uni and the good Boar and the good Bear, and Farsight the Eagle, and the dear Dogs and the Horses, and Poggin the Dwarf.
"Further in and higher up!" cried Roonwit and thundered away in a gallop to the West.
And though they did not uand him, the words somehow set them tingling all over.
The Bru them cheerfully. The Bear was just going to mutter that he still didnt uand, when he caught sight of the fruit-trees behind them. He waddled to those trees as fast as he could and there, no doubt, found something he uood very well.
But the Dogs remained, wagging their tails, and Poggin remained, shaking hands with everyone and grinning all over his ho face. And Jewel leaned his snowy white head over the Kbbr>ings shoulder and the King whispered in Jewels ear. Then everyourned his attention again to what could be seen through the Doorway.
The Dragons and Giant Lizards now had Narnia to themselves. They went to and fro tearing up the trees by the roots and g them up as if they were sticks of rhubarb.
Minute by mihe forests disappeared. The whole try became bare and you could see all sorts of things about its shape - all the little humps and hollows which you had never noticed before. The grass died. Soon Tirian found that he was looking at a world of bare rod earth. You could hardly believe that anything had ever lived there. The mohemselves grew old and lay down and died. Their flesh shrivelled up and the bones appeared: soon they were only huge skeletons that lay here and there on the dead rock, looking as if they had died thousands of years ago. For a long time everything was still.
At last something white - a long, level line of whitehat gleamed in the light of the standing stars - came moving towards them from the Eastern end of the world.
A widespread noise broke the silence: first a murmur then a rumble, then a roar. And now they could see what it was that was ing, and how fast it came. It was a foaming wall of water. The sea was rising. In that tree-less world you could see it very well. You could see all the rivers getting wider and the lakes getting larger, and separate lakes joining into one, and valleys turning in９９ｌiｂ?to new lakes, and hills turning into islands, and then those islands vanishing. And the high moors to their left and the higher mountains to their right crumbled and slipped down with a roar and a splash into the mounting water; and the water came swirling up to the very threshold of the Doorway (but never passed it) so that the foam splashed about Aslans forefeet. All now was level water from where they stood to where the waters met the sky.
And out there it began to grow light. A streak of dreary and disastrous dawn spread along the horizon, and widened and grew brighter, till in the end they hardly noticed the light of the stars who stood behind them. At last the sun came up. When it did, the Lord Digory and the Lady Polly looked at one another and gave a little nod: those two, in a different world, had once seen a dying sun, and so they k ohat this sun also was dying.
It was three times - twenty times - as big as it ought to be, and very dark red. As its rays fell upon the great Time-giant, he turned red too: and in the refle of that sun the whole waste of shoreless waters looked like blood.
Then the Moon came up, quite in her wrong position, very close to the sun, and she also looked red. And at the sight of her the sun began shooting out great flames, like whiskers or snakes of crimson fire, towards her. It is as if he were an octopus trying to draw her to himself in his tentacles. And perhaps he did draw her. At any rate she came to him, slowly at first, but then more and more quickly, till at last his long flames licked round her and the two ran together and became one huge ball like a burning coal. Great lumps of fire came dropping out of it into the sea and clouds of steam rose up.
Then Aslan said, "Now make an end.”
The giant threw his horn into the sea. Theretched out one arm - very black it looked, and thousands of miles long - across the sky till his hand reached the Suook the Sun and squeezed it in his hand as you would squeeze an e. And instantly there w..
as total darkness.
Everyone except Aslan jumped back from the ice-cold air w..hiow blew through the Doorway. Its edges were already covered with icicles.
"Peter, High King of Narnia," said Aslan. "Shut the Door.”
Peter, shivering with cold, leaned out into the darkness and pulled the Door to. It scraped over ice as he pulled it. Then, rather clumsily (for even in that moment his hands had gone numb and blue) he took out a golden key and locked it.
They had seen strahings enough through that Doorway. But it was strahan any of them to look round and find themselves in warm daylight, the blue sky above them, flowers at their feet, and laughter in Aslans eyes.
He turned swiftly round, crouched lower, lashed himself with his tail and shot away like a golden arrow.
"e further in! e further up!" he shouted over his shoulder. But who could keep up with him at that pace? They set out walkiward to follow him.
"So," said Peter, "night falls on Narnia. What, Lucy! Youre n? With Aslan ahead, and all of us here?”
"Dont try to stop me, Peter," said Lucy, "I am sure Aslan would not. I am sure it is n to mourn for Narnia. Think of all that lies dead and frozen behind that door.”
"Yes and I did hope," said Jill, "that it might go on for ever. I knew our world couldnt. I did think Narnia might.”
"I saw it begin," said the Lord Digory. "I did not think I would live to see it die.”
"Sirs," said Tirian. "The ladies do well to weep. See, I do so myself. I have seen my mothers death. What world but Narnia have I ever known? It were no virtue, but great discourtesy, if we did not mourn.”
They walked away from the Door and away from the Dwarfs who still sat crowded together in their imaginary stable. And as they went they talked to one another about old wars and old pead a Kings and all the glories of Narnia.
The Dogs were still with them. They joined in the versation but not much because they were too busy rag on ahead and rag bad rushing off to sniff at smells in the grass till they made themselves sneeze. Suddenly they picked up a st which seemed to excite them very much. They all started arguing about it - "Yes it is - No it isnt - Thats just what I said - anyone smell what that is - Take yreat of the way a someone else smell.”
"What is it, cousins?" said Peter.
"A ene, Sire," said several Dogs at once.
"Lead on to him, then," said Peter. "Whether he meets us in peace or war, he shall be wele.”
The Dogs darted on ahead and came back a moment later, running as if their lives depended on it, and barking loudly to say that it really was a ene. (Talking Dogs,
just like the on ones, behave as if they thought whatever they are doing at the moment immensely important.)
The others followed where the Dogs led them and found a young ene sitting under a chestnut tree beside a clear stream of water. It was Emeth. He rose at ond bowed gravely.
"Sir," he said to Peter, "I know not whether you are my friend or my foe, but I should t it my honour to have you for either. Has not one of the poets said that a noble friend is the best gift and a noble ehe best?”
"Sir," said Peter, "I do not know that there need be any war between you and us.”
"Do tell us who you are and whats happeo you," said Jill.
"If theres going to be a story, lets all have a drink and sit down," barked the Dogs.
"Were quite blown.”
"Well of course you will be if you keep tearing about the way you have done," said Eustace.
So the humans sat down on the grass. And when the Dogs had all had a very noisy drink out of the stream they all sat down, bolt upright, panting, with their tongues hanging out of their heads a little on one side to hear the story. But Jewel remained standing, polishing his hainst his side.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
FURTHER UP AND FURTHER IN "KNOW, O Warlike Kings," said Emeth, "and you, O ladies whose beauty illumihe universe, that I am Emeth the seventh son of Harpha Tarkaan of the city of Tehishbaaward beyond the desert. I came lately into Narnia with nine and twenty others uhe and of Rishda Tarkaan Now when I first heard that we should march upon Narnia I rejoiced; for I had heard many things of your Land and desired greatly to meet you in battle. But when I found that we were to go in disguised as merts (which is a shameful dress for a warrior and the son of a Tarkaan) and to work by lies and trickery, then my joy departed from me. And most of all when I found we must wait upon a Monkey, and when it began to be said that Tash and Aslan were ohen the world became dark in my eyes. For always since I was a boy I have served Tash and my great desire was to know more of him, if it might be, to look upon his face. But the name of Aslan was hateful to me.
"And, as you have seen, we were called together outside the straw-roofed hovel, night after night, and the fire was kindled, and the Ape brought forth out of the hovel something upon fs that I could not well see. And the people and the Beasts bowed down and did honour to it. But I thought, the Tarkaan is deceived by the Ape: for this thing that es out of the stable is her Tash nor any od. But when I watched the Tarkaans face, and marked every word that he said to the Mohen I ged my mind: for I saw that the Tarkaan did not believe in it himself. And then I uood that he did not believe in Tash at all: for if he had, how could he dare to mock him?
"When I uood this, a great rage fell upon me and I wohat the true Tash did not strike down both the Monkey and the Tarkaan with fire from heaven. heless I hid my anger and held my tongue and waited to see how it would end. But last night, as some of you know, the Monkey brought not forth the yellow thing but said that all who desired to look upon Tashlan - for so they mixed the two words to pretend that they were all one - must pass one by oo the hovel. And I said to myself, Doubtless this is some other deception. But whe had followed in and had e out again in a madness of terror, then I said to myself, Surely the true Tash, whom they called on without knowledge or belief, has now e among us, and will avenge himself. And though my heart was turned into water inside me because of the greatness and terror of Tash, yet my desire was strohan my fear, and I put for?ce upon my ko stay them from trembling, and on my teeth that they should not chatter, and resolved to look upon the face of Tash though he should slay me. So I offered myself to go into the hovel; and the Tarkaan, though unwillingly, let me go.
"As soon as I had gone in at the door, the first wonder was that I found myself in this great sunlight (as we all are now) though the inside of the hovel had looked dark from outside. But I had no time to marvel at this, for immediately I was forced to fight for my head against one of our own men. As soon as I saw him I uood that the Monkey and the Tarkaan had set him there to slay any who came in if he were not in their secrets: so that this man also was a liar and a mocker and no true servant of Tash. I had the better will to fight him; and having slain the villain, I cast him out behihrough the door.
"Then I looked about me and saw the sky and the wide lands, and smelled the sweetness.
And I said, By the Gods, this is a pleasant place: it may be that I am e into the try of Tash. And I began to journey into the strange try and to seek him.
"So I went over much grass and many flowers and among all kinds of wholesome aable trees till lo! in a narrow place between two rocks there came to meet me a great Lion. The speed of him was like the ostrich, and his size was an elephants; his hair was like pure gold and the brightness of his eyes like gold that is liquid in the furnace. He was more terrible than the Flaming Mountain of Lagour, and iy he surpassed abbr>ll that is in the world even as the rose in bloom surpasses the dust of the desert. Then I fell at his feet and thought, Surely this is the hour of death, for the Lion (who is worthy of all honour) will know that I have served Tash all my days and not him. heless, it is better to see the Lion and die than to be Tisroc of the world and live and not to have seen
him. But the Glorious O down his golden head and touched my forehead with his tongue and said, Son, thou art wele. But I said, Alas, Lord, I am no son of thi the servant of Tash. He answered, Child, all the service thou hast doo Tash, I at as service doo me. Then by reasons of my great desire for wisdom and uanding, I overcame my fear and questiohe Glorious One and said, Lord, is it then true, as the Ape said, that thou and Tash are ohe Lion growled so that the earth shook (but his wrath was not against me) and said, It is false. Not because he and I are one, but because we are opposites, I take to me the services which thou hast doo him. For I and he are of such different kinds that no service which is vile be doo me, and none which is not vile be doo him. Therefore if any man swear by Tash and keep his oath for the oaths sake, it is by me that he has truly sworn, though he know it not, and it is I who reward him. And if any man do a cruelty in my hen, though he says the name Aslan, it is Tash whom he serves and by Tash his deed is accepted. Dost thou uand, Child? I said, Lord, thou k how much I uand. But I said also (for the truth strained me), Yet I have been seeking Tash all my days. Beloved, said the Glorious One, uhy desire had been for me thou wouldst not have sought so long and so truly.
For all find what they truly seek.
"Then he breathed upon me and took away the trembling from my limbs and caused me to stand upon my feet. And after that, he said not much, but that we should meet again, and I must go further up and further in. Theurned him about in a storm and flurry of gold and was gone suddenly.
"And sihen, O Kings and Ladies, I have been wandering to find him and my happiness is so great that it even weakens me like a wound. And this is the marvel of marvels, that he called me Beloved, me who am but as a dog -”
"Eh? Whats that?" said one of the Dogs.
"Sir," said Emeth. "It is but a fashion of speech which we have in en.”
"Well, I t say its one I like very much," said the Dog.
"He doesnt mean any harm," said an .
"After all, we call our puppies Boys when they dont behave properly.”
"So we do," said the first Dog. &quirls.”
"S-s-sh!" said the Old Dog. "Thats not a nice word to use. Remember where you are.”
"Look!" said Jill suddenly. Someone was ing, rather timidly, to meet them; a graceful creature on four feet, all silvery-grey. And they stared at him for a whole ten seds before five or six voices said all at once, "Why, its old Puzzle!" They had never seen him by daylight with the lion-skin off, and it made araordinary difference. He was himself now: a beautiful donkey with such a soft, grey coat and such a gentle, ho face
that if you had seen him you would have done just what Jill and Lucy did - rushed forward and put your arms round his ned kissed his nose and stroked his ears.
When they asked him where he had been he said he had e in at the door along with all the other creatures but he had - well, to tell the truth, he had been keeping out of their way as much as he could; and out of Aslans way. For the sight of the real Lion had made him so ashamed of all that nonsense about dressing up in a lion-skin that he did not know how to look anyone in the face. But when he saw that all his friends were going aard, and after he had had a mouthful of grass ("And Ive asted such good grass in my life," said Puzzle), he plucked up his ce and followed. "But what Ill do if I really have to meet Aslan, Im sure I dont know," he added.
"Youll find it will be all right when you really do," said Queen Lucy.
Then they went forward together, always Westward, for that seemed to be the dire Aslan had meant when he cried out, "Further up and futher in." Many other creatures were slowly moving the same way, but that grassy try was very wide and there was no crowding.
It still seemed to be early, and the m freshness was in the air. They kept on stopping to look round and to look behind them, partly because it was so beautiful but partly also because there was something about it which they could not uand.
"Peter," said Lucy, "where is this, do you suppose?”
"I dont know," said the High King. "It reminds me of somewhere but I t give it a name. Could it be somewhere we oayed for a holiday when we were very, very small?”
"It would have to have been a jolly good holiday," said Eustace. "I bet there isnt a try like this anywhere in our world. Look at the colours! You couldnt get a blue like the blue on those mountains in our world.”
"Is it not Aslans try?" said Tirian.
"Not like Aslans try on top of that mountain beyond the Eastern end of the world,”
said Jill. "Ive been there.”
"If you ask me," said Edmund, "its like somewhere in the Narnian world. Look at those mountains ahead - and the big ice-mountains beyond them. Surely theyre rather like the mountains we used to see from Narnia, the ones up Westward beyond the Waterfall?”
"Yes, so they are," said Peter. "Only these are bigger.”
"I dont think those ones are so very like anything in Narnia," said Lucy. "But look there.”
She pointed Southward to their left, and everyoopped and turo look. "Those
hills," said Lucy, "the nice woody ones and the blue ones behind - arent they very like the Southern border of Narnia?”
"Like!" cried Edmund after a moments silence. "Why, theyre exactly like. Look, theres Mount Pire with his forked head, and theres the pass into Arland and everything!”
"Aheyre not like," said Lucy. "Theyre different. They have more colours on them and they look further away than I remembered and theyre more .. . more . . . oh, I dont know...”
"More like the real thing," said the Lord Digory softly.
Suddenly Farsight the Eagle spread his wings, soared thirty or forty feet up into the air, circled round and then alighted on the ground.
"Kings and Queens," he cried, "we have all been blind. We are only beginning to see where we are. From up there I have seen it all - Ettinsmuir, Beaversdam, the Great River, and Cair Paravel still shining on the edge of the Eastern Sea. Narnia is not dead. This is Narnia.”
"But how it be?" said Peter. "For Aslan told us older ohat we should never return to Narnia, and here we are.”
"Yes," said Eustace. "And we saw it all destroyed and the sun put out.”
"And its all so different," said Lucy.
"The Eagle is right," said the Lord Digory. "Listeer. When Aslan said you could never go back to Narnia, he meant the Narnia you were thinking of. But that was not the real Narnia. That had a beginning and an end. It was only a shadow or a copy of the real Narnia which has always been here and always will be here: just as our world, England and all, is only a shadow or copy of something in Aslans real world. You need not mourn over Nar.９９lｉb?nia, Lucy. All of the old Narnia that mattered, all the dear creatures, have been drawn into the real Narnia through the Door. And of course it is different; as different as a real thing is from a shadow or as waking life is from a dream." His voice stirred everyone like a trumpet as he spoke these words: but when he added under his breath "Its all in Plato, all in Plato: bless me, what do they teach them at these schools!" the older ones laughed. It was so exactly like the sort of thing they had heard him say long ago in that other world where his beard was grey instead of golden. He knew why they were laughing and joined in the laugh himself. But very quickly they all became grave again: for, as you know, there is a kind of happiness and wohat makes you serious. It is too good to waste on jokes.
It is as hard to explain how this sunlit land was different from the old Narnia as it would be to tell you how the fruits of that try taste. Perhaps you will get some idea of it if you think like this. You may have been in a room in which there was a window that
looked out on a lovely bay of the sea reen valley that wound away among mountains. And in the wall of that room opposite to the window there may have been a lookingglass. And as you turned away from the window you suddenly caught sight of that sea or that valley, all ain, in the looking glass. And the sea in the mirror, or the valley in the mirror, were in one sense just the same as the real ones: yet at the same time they were somehow different - deeper, more wonderful, more like places in a story: in a story you have never heard but very much want to know. The difference between the old Narnia and the new Narnia was like that. The new one was a deeper try: every rod flower and blade of grass looked as if it meant more. I t describe it aer than that: if ever you get there you will know what I mean.
It was the Uni who summed up what everyone was feeling. He stamped his right fore-hoof on the ground and neighed, and then cried: "I have e home at last! This is my real try! I belong here. This is the land I have been looking for all my life, though I never k till now. The reason why we loved the old Narnia is that it sometimes looked a little like this. Bree-hee- hee! e further up, e further in!”
He shook his mane and sprang forward into a great gallop - a Unis gallop, which, in our world, would have carried him out of sight in a few moments. But now a most strahing happened. Everyone else began to run, and they found, to their astonishment, that they could keep up with him: not only the Dogs and the humans but even fat little Puzzle and short-legged Poggin the Dwarf. The air flew in their faces as if they were driving fast in a car without a winds. The try flew past as if they were seeing it from the windows of an express train. Faster and faster they raced, but no o hot or tired or out of breath.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
FAREWELL TO SHADOWLANDS IF one could run without getting tired, I dont think one would often want to do anything else. But there might be special reasons for stopping, and it ecial reason which made Eustace presently shout: "I say! Steady! Look what were ing to!”
And well he might. For now they saw before them Caldron Pool and beyond the Pool the high unclimbable cliffs and, p down the cliffs, thousands of tons of water every sed, flashing like diamonds in some places and dark, glassy green in others, the Great Waterfall; and already the thunder of it was in their ears.
"Dont stop! Further up and further in," called Farsight, tilting his flight a little upwards.
"Its all very well for him," said Eustace, but Jewel also cried out: "Dont stop. Further up and further in! Take it in your stride.”
His voice could only just be heard above the roar of the water but moment everyone saw that he had plunged into the Pool. Aer-skelter behind him, with splash after splash, all the others did the same. The water was not biting cold as all of them (and especially Puzzle) expected, but of a delicious foamy ess. They all found they were swimming straight for the Waterfall itself.
"This is absolutely crazy," said Eustaund.
"I know. A -" said Edmund.
"Isnt it wonderful?" said Lucy. "Have you noticed one t feel afraid, even if one wants to? Try it.”
"By Jove, her one ," said Eustace after he had tried.
Jewel reached the foot of the Waterfall first, but Tirian was only just behind him. Jill was last, so she could see the whole thier thahers. She saw something white moving steadily up the face of the Waterfall. That white thing was the Uni. You couldnt tell whether he was swimming or climbing, but he moved on, higher and higher.
The point of his horn divided the water just above his head, and it cascaded out in two rainbow-coloured streams all round his shoulders. Just behind him came King Tirian. He moved his legs and arms as if he were swimming but he moved straight upwards: as if one could swim up the wall of a house.
What looked fu was the Dogs. During the gallop they had not been at all out of breath, but now, as they swarmed and9９ｌiｂ? wriggled upwards, there lenty of spluttering and sneezing among them; that was because they would keep on barking, and every time they barked they got their mouths and noses full of water. But before Jill had time to notice all these things fully, she was going up the Waterfall herself. It was the sort of thing that would have been quite impossible in our world. Even if you hadnt been drowned, you would have been smashed to pieces by the terrible weight of water against the tless jags of rock. But in that world you could do it. You went on, up and up, with all kinds of reflected lights flashing at you from the water and all manner of coloured stones flashing through it, till it seemed as if you were climbing up light itself - and always higher and higher till the sense of height would have terrified you if you could be terrified, but later it was only gloriously exg. And then at last one came to the lovely, smooth green curve in which the water poured over the top and found that one was out on the level river above the Waterfall. The current was rag away behind you,
but you were such a wonderful swimmer that you could make headway against it. Soon they were all on the bank, dripping buthappy.
A long valley opened ahead and great snow-mountains, now muearer, stood up against the sky.
"Further up and further in," cried Jewel and instantly they were off again.
They were out of Narnia now and up into the Western Wild whieither Tirian nor Peter nor even the Eagle had ever seen before. But the Lord Digory and the Lady Polly had. "Do you remember? Do you remember?" they said - and said it in steady voices too, without panting, though the whole party was now running faster than an arrow flies.
"What, Lord?" said Tirian. "Is it then true, as stories tell, that you two journeyed here on the very day the world was made?”
"Yes," said Digory, "and it seems to me as if it were only yesterday.”
"And on a flying horse?" asked Tirian. "Is that part true?”
"Certainly," said Digory. But the Dogs barked, "Faster, faster!”
So they ran faster and faster till it was more like flying than running, and even the Eagle overhead was going no faster than they. And they went through winding valley after winding valley and up the steep sides of hills and, faster than ever, down the other side, following the river and sometimes crossing it and skimming across mountainlakes as if they were living speed-boats, till at last at the far end of one long lake which looked as blue as a turquoise, they saw a smooth green hill. Its sides were as steep as the sides of a pyramid and round the very top of it ran a green wall: but above the wall rose the branches of trees whose leaves looked like silver and their fruit like gold.
"Further up and further in!" roared the Uni, and no one held back. They charged straight at the foot of the hill and then found themselves running up it almost as water from a broken wave runs up a rock out at the point of some bay. Though the slope was nearly as steep as the roof of a house and the grass was smooth as a bowling green, no one slipped. Only when they had reached the very top did they slow up; that was because they found themselves fag great golden gates. And for a moment none of them was bold enough to try if the gates would open. They all felt just as they had felt about the fruit "Dare we? Is it right? it be meant for us?”
But while they were standing thus a great horn, wonderfully loud and sweet, blew from somewhere ihat walled garden and the gates swung open.
Tirian stood holding his breath and w who would e out. And what came was the last thing he had expected: a little, sleek, bright-eyed Talking Mouse with a red
feather stu a circlet on its head and its left paw resting on a long sword. It bowed, a most beautiful bow, and said in its shrill voice: "Wele, in the Lions name. e further up and further in.”
Then Tirian saw Kier and King Edmund and Queen Lucy rush forward to kneel down and greet the Mouse and they all cried out "Reepicheep!" And Tirian breathed fast with the sheer wonder of it, for now he khat he was looking at one of the great heroes of Narnia, Reepicheep the Mouse who had fought at the great Battle of Beruna and afterwards sailed to the Worlds end with King Caspian the Seafarer. But before he had had much time to think of this he felt tw arms thrown about him a a bearded kiss on his cheeks and heard a well remembered voice saying: "What, lad? Art thicker and taller since I last touched thee!”
It was his own father, the good King Erlian: but not as Tirian had seen him last when they brought him home pale and wounded from his fight with the giant, nor even as Tirian remembered him in his later years when he was a grey-headed warrior. This was his father, young and merry, as he could just remember him from very early days when he himself had been a little boy playing games with his father in the castle garden at Cair Paravel, just before bedtime on summer evenings. The very smell of the bread-and-milk he used to have for supper came ba.
Jewel thought to himself, "I will leave them to talk for a little and then I will go and greet the good King Erlian. Many a bright apple has he given me when I was but a colt." But moment he had something else to think of, for out of the gateway there came a horse so mighty and hat even a Uniight feel shy in its presence: a great winged horse. It looked a moment at the Lord Digory and the Lady Polly and neighed out "What, cousins!" and they both shouted "Fledge! Good old Fledge!" and rushed to kiss it.
But by now the Mouse was again urging them to e in. So all of them passed in through the golden gates, into the delicious smell that blew towards them out of that garden and into the ixture of sunlight and shadow uhe trees, walking on springy turf that was all dotted with white flowers. The very first thing which struck everyone was that the place was far larger than it had seemed from outside. But no one had time to think about that for people were ing up to meet the newers from every dire.
Everyone you had ever heard of (if you khe history of these tries) seemed to be there. There was Glimfeather the Ouddleglum the Marshwiggle, and King Rilian the Disented, and his mother the Stars daughter and his great father Caspian himself.
And close beside him were the Lord Drinian and the Lord Berne and Trumpkin the Dwarf and Truffle-huhe good Badger with Glenstorm the taur and a huher heroes of the great War of Deliverance. And then from another side came Cor the King of Arland with King Lune his father and his wife Queen Aravis and the brave prince Thunder-Fist, his brother, and Bree the Horse and Hwin the Mare. And then
- which was a wonder beyond all woo Tirian - there came from further away in the past, the two good Beavers and Tumnus the Faun. And there was greeting and kissing and hand-shaking and old jokes revived, (youve no idea how good an old joke sounds when you take it out again after a rest of five or six hundred years) and the whole pany moved forward to the tre of the orchard where the Phoenix sat in a tree and looked down upon them all, and at the foot of that tree were two thrones and in those two thrones a King and Queen so great aiful that everyone bowed down before them.
Ahey might, for these two were King Frank and Queen Helen from whom all the most a Kings of Narnia and Arland are desded. And Tiria as you would feel if you were brought before Adam and Eve in all their glory.
About half an hour later - or it might have been half a hundred years later, for time there is not like time here - Lucy stood with her dear friend, her oldest Narnian friend, the Faun Tumnus, looking dowhe wall of that garden, and seeing all Narnia spread out below. But when you looked down you found that this hill was much higher than you had thought: it sank down with shining cliffs, thousands of feet below them and trees in that lower world looked no bigger than grains of green salt. Theurned inward again and stood with her back to the wall and looked at the garden.
"I see," she said at last, thoughtfully. "I see now. This garden is like the stable. It is far bigger ihan it was outside.”
"Of course, Daughter of Eve," said the Faun. "The further up and the further in you go, the bigger everythis. The inside is larger thaside.”
Lucy looked hard at the garden and saw that it was not really a garden but a whole world, with its own rivers and woods and sea and mountains. But they were not strange: she khem all.
"I see," she said. "This is still Narnia, and more real and more beautiful then the Narnia down below, just as it was more real and more beautiful than the Narnia outside the stable door! I see... world within world, Narnia within