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chater ixteen the healg f har（第1页）

WHENJillwokenextmorningandfoundherselfinacave，shethoughtforonehorridmomentthatshewasbackintheUnderworld.Butwhenshenoticedthatshewaslyingonabedofheatherwithafurrymantleoverher，andsawacheeryfirecrackling（asifnewlylit）onastonehearthand，fartheroff，morningsunlightcominginthroughthecave’smouth，sherememberedallthehappytruth.Theyhadhadadelightfulsupper，allcrowdedintothatcave，inspiteofbeingsosleepybeforeitwasproperlyover.ShehadavagueimpressionofDwarfscrowdingroundthefirewithfrying-pansratherbiggerthanthemselves，andthehissing，anddelicioussmellofsausages，andmore，andmore，andmoresausages.Andnotwretchedsausageshalffullofbreadandsoyabeaneither，butrealmeaty，spicyones，fatandpipinghotandburstandjustthetiniestbitburnt.Andgreatmugsoffrothychocolate，androastpotatoesandroastchestnuts，andbakedappleswithraisinsstuckinwherethecoreshadbeen，andthenicesjusttofreshenyouupafterallthehotthings.

Jillsatupandlookedaround.PuddleglumandEustacewerelyingnotfaraway，bothfastasleep.

“Hi，youtwo！”shoutedJillinaloudvoice.“Aren’tyouevergoingtogetup？”

“Shoo，shoo！”saidasleepyvoicesomewhereaboveher.“Timetobesettlingdown.Haveagoodsnooze，do，do.Don’tmakeato-do.Tu-whoo！”

“Why，Idobelieve，”saidJill，glancingupatawhitebundleoffluffyfeatherswhichwasperchedontopofagrandfatherclockinonecornerofthecave，“Idobelieveit’sGlimfeather！”

“True，true，”whirredtheOwl，liftingitsheadoutfromunderitswingandopeningoneeye.“IcameupwithamessageforthePrinceatabouttwo.Thesquirrelsbroughtusthegoodnews.MessageforthePrince.He’sgone.You’retofollowtoo.Good-day—”andtheheaddisappearedagain.

AsthereseemednofurtherhopeofgettinganyinformationfromtheOwl，Jillgotupandbeganlookingroundforanychanceofawashandsomebreakfast.ButalmostatoncealittleFauncametrottingintothecavewithasharpclick-clackofhisgoatyhoofsonthestonefloor.

“Ah！You’vewokenupatlast，DaughterofEve，”hesaid.“Perhapsyou’dbetterwaketheSonofAdaYou’vegottobeoffinafewminutesandtwoCentaurshaveverykindlyofferedtoletyourideontheirbacksdowntoCairParavel.”Headdedinalowervoice.“Ofcourse，yourealizeitisamostspecialandunheard-ofhonourtobeallowedtorideaCentaur.Idon’tknowthatIeverheardofanyonedoingitbefore.Itwouldn’tdotokeepthemwaiting.”

“Where’sthePrince？”wasthefirstquestionofEustaceandPuddleglumassoonastheyhadbeenwakened.

“He’sgonedowntomeettheKing，hisfather，atCairParavel，”answeredtheFaun，whosenamewasOrruns.“HisMajesty’sshipisexpectedinharbouranymoment.ItseemsthattheKingmetAslan—Idon’tknowwhetheritwasinavisionorfacetoface—beforehehadsailedfar，andAslanturnedhimbackandtoldhimhewouldfindhislong-lostsonawaitinghimwhenhereachedNarnia.”

EustacewasnowupandheandJillsetabouthelpingOrrunstogetthebreakfast.Puddleglumwastoldtostayinbed.ACentaurcalledCloudbirth，afamoushealer，or（asOrrunscalledit）a‘leech’，wascomingtoseetohisburntfoot.

“Ah！”saidPuddlegluminatonealmostofcontentment，“he’llwanttohavethelegoffattheknee，Ishouldn’twonder.Youseeifhedoesn’t.”Buthewasquitegladtostayinbed.

BreakfastwasscrambledeggsandtoastandEustacetackleditjustasifhehadnothadaverylargesupperinthemiddleofthenight.

“Isay，SonofAdam，”saidtheFaun，lookingwithacertainaweatEustace’smouthfuls.“There’snoneedtohurryquitesodreadfullyasthat.Idon’tthinktheCentaurshavequitefinishedtheirbreakfastsyet.”

“Thentheymusthavegotupverylate，”saidEustace.“Ibetit’safterteno’clock.”

“Ohno，”saidOrruns.“Theygotupbeforeitwaslight.”

“Thentheymusthavewaitedthedickensofatimeforbreakfast，”saidEustace.

“No，theydidn’t，”saidOrruns.“Theybeganeatingtheminutetheyawoke.”

“Golly！”saidEustace.“Dotheyeataverybigbreakfast？”

“Why，SonofAdam，don’tyouunderstand？ACentaurhasaman-stomachandahorse-stomach.Andofcoursebothwantbreakfast.Sofirstofallhehasporridgeandpavendersandkidneysandbaconandomeletteandcoldhamandtoastandmarmaladeandcoffeeandbeer.Andafterthatheattendstothehorsepartofhimselfbygrazingforanhourorsoandfinishingupwithahotmash，someoats，andabagofsugar.That’swhyit’ssuchaseriousthingtoaskaCentaurtostayfortheweekend.Averyseriousthingindeed.”

Atthatmomenttherewasasoundofhorse-hoofstappingonrockfromthemouthofthecave，andthechildrenlookedup.ThetwoCentaurs，onewithablackandonewithagoldenbeardflowingovertheirmagnificentbarechests，stoodwaitingforthem，bendingtheirheadsalittlesoastolookintothecave.Thenthechildrenbecameverypoliteandfinishedtheirbreakfastveryquickly.NoonethinksaCentaurfunnywhenheseesit.Theyaresolemn，majesticpeople，fullofancientwisdomwhichtheylearnfromthestars，noteasilymadeeithermerryorangry；buttheirangeristerribleasatidalwavewhenitcomes.

“Good-bye，dearPuddleglum，”saidJill，goingovertotheMarsh-wiggle’sbed.“I’msorrywecalledyouawetblanket.”

“So’mI，”saidEustace.“You’vebeenthebestfriendintheworld.”

“AndIdohopewe’llmeetagain，”addedJill.

“Notmuchchanceofthat，Ishouldsay，”repliedPuddleglu“1don’treckonI’mverylikelytoseemyoldwigwamagain，either.AndthatPrince—he’sanicechap—butdoyouthinkhe’sverystrong？Constitutionruinedwithlivingunderground，Ishouldn’twonder.Looksthesortthatmightgooffanyday.”

“Puddleglum！”saidJill.“You’rearegularoldhumbug.YousoundasdolefulasafuneralandIbelieveyou’reperfectlyhappy.Andyoutalkasifyouwereafraidofeverything，whenyou’rereallyasbraveas—asalion.”

“Now，speakingoffunerals，”beganPuddleglum，butJill，whoheardtheCentaurstappingwiththeirhoofsbehindher，surprisedhimverymuchbyflingingherarmsroundhisthinneckandkissinghismuddy-lookingface，whileEustacewrunghishand.ThentheybothrushedawaytotheCentaurs，andtheMarsh-wiggle，sinkingbackonhisbed，remarkedtohimself，“Well，Iwouldn’thavedreamtofherdoingthat.EventhoughIamagood-lookingchap.”

TorideonaCentauris，nodoubt，agreathonour（andexceptJillandEustace，thereisprobablynoonealiveintheworldtodaywhohashadit）butitisveryuncomfortable.FornoonewhovaluedhislifewouldsuggestputtingasaddleonaCentaur，andridingbare-backisnofun；especiallyif，likeEustace，youhaveneverlearnedtorideatall.TheCentaurswereverypoliteinagrave，gracious，grown-upkindofway，andastheycanteredthroughtheNarnianwoodstheyspoke，withoutturningtheirheads，tellingthechildrenaboutthepropertiesofherbsandroots，theinfluencesoftheplanets，theninenamesofAslanwiththeirmeanings，andthingsofthatsort.Buthoweversoreandjoltedthetwohumanswere，theywouldnowgiveanythingtohavethatjourneyoveragain：toseethosegladesandslopessparklingwithlastnight’ssnow，tobemetbyrabbitsandsquirrelsandbirdsthatwishedyougoodmorning，tobreatheagaintheairofNarniaandhearthevoicesoftheNarniantrees.

Theycamedowntotheriver，flowingbrightandblueinwintersunshine，farbelowthelastbridge（whichisatthesnug，red-roofedlittletownofBeruna）andwereferriedacrossinaflatbargebytheferryman；orrather，bytheferry-wiggle，foritisMarsh-wiggleswhodomostofthewateryandfishykindsofworkinNarnia.AndwhentheyhadcrossedtheyrodealongthesouthbankoftheriverandpresentlycametoCairParavelitself.AndattheverymomentoftheirarrivaltheysawthatsamebrightshipwhichtheyhadseenwhentheyfirstsetfootinNarnia，glidinguptheriverlikeahugebird.AllthecourtwereoncemoreassembledonthegreenbetweenthecastleandthequaytowelcomeKingCaspianhomeagain.Rilian，whohadchangedhisblackclothesandwasnowdressedinascarletcloakoversilvermail，stoodclosetothewater’sedge，bare-headed，toreceivehisfather；andtheDwarfTrumpkinsatbesidehiminhislittledonkey-chair.

ThechildrensawtherewouldbenochanceofreachingthePrincethroughallthatcrowd，and，anyway，theynowfeltrathershy.SotheyaskedtheCentaursiftheymightgoonsittingontheirbacksalittlelongerandthusseeeverythingovertheheadsofthecourtiers.AndtheCentaurssaidtheymight.

Aflourishofsilvertrumpetscameoverthewaterfromtheship’sdeck：thesailorsthrewarope；rats（TalkingRats，ofcourse）andMarsh-wigglesmadeitfastashore；andtheshipwaswarpedin.Musicians，hiddensomewhereinthecrowd，begantoplaysolemn，triumphalmusic.AndsoontheKing’sgalleonwasalongsideandtheRatsranthegangwayonboardher.

JillexpectedtoseetheoldKingcomedownit.Butthereappearedtobesomehitch.ALordwithapalefacecameashoreandknelttothePrinceandtoTrumpkin.Thethreeweretalkingwiththeirheadsclosetogetherforafewminutes，butnoonecouldhearwhattheysaid.Themusicplayedon，butyoucouldfeelthateveryonewasbecominguneasy.ThenfourKnights，carryingsomethingandgoingveryslowly，appearedondeck.Whentheystartedtocomedownthegangwayyoucouldseewhattheywerecarrying：itwastheoldKingonabed，verypaleandstill.Theysethimdown.ThePrincekneltbesidehimandembracedhiTheycouldseeKingCaspianraisinghishandtoblesshisson.Andeveryonecheered，butitwasahalf-heartedcheer，fortheyallfeltthatsomethingwasgoingwrong.ThensuddenlytheKing’sheadfellbackuponhispillows，themusiciansstoppedandtherewasadeadsilence.ThePrince，kneelingbytheKing’sbed，laiddownhisheaduponitandwept.

Therewerewhisperingsandgoingstoandfro.ThenJillnoticedthatallwhoworehats，bonnets，helmets，orhoodsweretakingthemoff—Eustaceincluded.Thensheheardarustlingandflappingnoiseupabovethecastle；whenshelookedshesawthatthegreatbannerwiththegoldenLiononitwasbeingbroughtdowntohalf-mast.Andafterthat，slowly，mercilessly，withwailingstringsanddisconsolateblowingofhorns，themusicbeganagain：thistime，atunetobreakyourheart.

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