波波小说>纳尼亚传奇黎明踏浪号简介 > chater furteen the begng f the end f the wrld（第1页）
chater furteen the begng f the end f the wrld（第1页）
Slowlythedooropenedagainandouttherecameafigureastallandstraightasthegirl’sbutnotsoslender．Itcarriednolightbutlightseemedtocomefromit．Asitcamenearer，Lucysawthatitwaslikeanoldman．Hissilverbeardcamedowntohisbarefeetinfrontandhissaverhairhungdowntohisheelsbehindandhisrobeappearedtobemadefromthefleeceofsilversheep．Helookedsomildandgravethatoncemoreallthetravellersrosetotheirfeetandstoodinsilence．
Buttheoldmancameonwithoutspeakingtothetravellersandstoodontheothersideofthetableoppositetohisdaughter．Thenbothofthemhelduptheirarmsbeforethemandturnedtofacetheeast．Inthatpositionthebegantosing．IwishIcouldwritedownthesong，butonewhowaspresentcouldrememberit．Lucysaidafterwardsthatitwashigh，almostshrill，butverybeautiful，coldkindofsong，anearlymorningkindofsong．Andtheysang，thegreycloudsliftedfromtheeasternskyathewhitepatchesgrewbiggerandbiggertillitwaswhite，andtheseabegantoshinelikesilver．Andlongafterwards（butthosetwosangallthetime）theeastbegantoturnredandatlast，unclouded，thesuncameupouttheseaanditslonglevelrayshotdownthelengthofthetableonthegoldandsilversandontheStoneKnife．
Onceortwicebefore，theNarnianshadwonderedwhetherthesunatitsrisingdidnotlookbiggerintheseseasthanithadlookedathome．Thistimetheywecertain．Therewasnomistakingit．Andthebrightnessitsrayonthedewandonthetablewasfarbeyondan．morningbrightnesstheyhadeverseen．AndasEdmusaidafterwards，“Thoughlotsofthingshappenedonthattripwhichsoundmoreexciting，thatmomentwasreallythemostexciting．”FornowtheyknewthattheyhadtrulycometothebeginningoftheEndoftheWorld．
Thensomethingseemedtobeflyingatthemoutoftheverycentreoftherisingsun：butofcourseonecouldn’tlooksteadilyinthatdirectiontomakesure．Butpresentlytheairbecamefullofvoices-voiceswhichtookupsamesongthattheLadyandherFatherweresinging，butinfarwildertonesandinalanguagewhichnooneknewAndsoonafterthattheownersofthesevoicescouldbeseen．Theywerebirds，largeandwhite，andtheycamehundredsandthousandsandalightedoneverything；thegrass，andthepavement，onthetable，onyourshoulders，yourhands，andyourhead，tillitlookedasheavysnowhadfallen．For，likesnow，theynotonlymakeeverythingwhitebutblurredandbluntedallshapes．ButLucy，lookingoutfrombetweenthewingsofthebirdsthatcoveredher，sawonebirdflytotheOldManwithsomethinginitsbeakthatlookedlikealittlefruit，unlessitwasalittlelivecoal，whichitmighthavebeen，foritwastoobrighttolookat．AndthebirdlaiditintheOldMan’smouth．
Thenthebirdsstoppedtheirsingingandappearedtobeverybusyaboutthetable．Whentheyrosefromitagaineverythingonthetablethatcouldbeeatenordrunkhaddisappeared．Thesebirdsrosefromtheirmealintheirthousandsandhundredsandcarriedawayallthethingsthatcouldnotbeeatenordrunk，suchasbones，rinds，andshells，andtooktheirflightbacktotherisingsun．Butnow，becausetheywerenotsinging，thewhiroftheirwingsseemedtosetthewholeaira-tremble．Andtherewasthetablepeckedcleanandempty，andthethreeoldLordsofNarniastillfastasleep．
NowatlasttheOldManturnedtothetravellersandbadethemwelcome．
“Sir，”saidCaspian，“willyoutellushowtoundotheenchantmentwhichholdsthesethreeNarnianLordsasleep．”
“Iwillgladlytellyouthat，myson，”saidtheOldMan．“TobreakthisenchantmentyoumustsailtotheWorld’sEnd，orasnearasyoucancometoit，andyoumustcomebackhavingleftatleastoneofyourcompanybehind．”
“Andwhatmusthappentothatone？”askedReepicheep．
“Hemustgoonintotheuttereastandneverreturnintotheworld．”
“Thatismyheart’sdesire，”saidReepicheep．
“AndareweneartheWorld’sEndnow，Sir？”askedCaspian。“Haveyouanyknowledgeoftheseasandlandsfurthereastthanthis？”
“Isawthemlongago，”saidtheOldMan，“butitwasfromagreatheight．Icannottellyousuchthingsassailorneedtoknow．”
“Doyoumeanyouwereflyingintheair？”Eustaceblurtedout．
“Iwasalongwayabovetheair，myson，”repliedtheOldMan．“IamRamandu．ButIseethatyoustareatonanotherandhavenotheardthisname．Andnowonder，forthedayswhenIwasastarhadceasedlongbeforeanyofyouknewthisworld，andalltheconstellationshavechanged．”
“Golly，”saidEdmundunderhisbreath．“He’saretiredstar．”
“Aren’tyouastaranylonger？”askedLucy．
“Iamastaratrest，mydaughter，”answeredRamandu
“WhenIsetforthelasttime，decrepitandoldbeyondallthatyoucanreckon，Iwascarriedtothisisland．IamnotsooldnowasIwasthen．Everymorningabirdbringsmeafire-berryfromthevalleysintheSun，andeachfire-berrytakesawayalittleofmyage．AndwhenIhavebecomeasyoungasthechildthatwasbornyesterday，thenIshalltakemyrisingagain（forweareatearth’seasternrim）andoncemoretreadthegreatdance．”
“Inourworld，”saidEustace，“astarisahugeballofflaminggas．”
“Eveninyourworld，myson，thatisnotwhatastarisbutonlywhatitismadeof．Andinthisworldyouavealreadymetastar，forIthinkyouhavebeenwithCoriakin．”
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