CHAPTERTWELVEPETERSFIRSTBATTLE
&heDwarfaeWitchweresayingthis,milesawaytheBeaversandthewerewalkingonhourafterhourintowhatseemedadeli。Longagotheyhadleftthecoatsbehindthem。Andbynowtheyhadevenstoppedsayiher,“Look!there'sakingfisher,”or“Isay,bluebells!”or“Whatwasthatlovelysmell?”or“Justlistentothatthrush!”Theywalkedoninsilengitallin,passingthroughpatsunlightintocool,greesandoutagainintowidemossygladeswheretallelmsraisedtheleafyrooffaroverhead,aodensemassesdamonghawthorhesweetsmellwasalm。
TheyhadbeenjustassurprisedasEdmuheysawthewintervanishingandthewholewoodpassinginafewhoursorsofromJanuarytoMay。Theyhadn'tevenknowaichdid)thatthisouldhappenwhenAslaoNarnia。Buttheyallkellsrodudlesswihereforetheyallkhismagigbeganthatsomethinghadg,andbadlyitch'ssdafterthethawhadbeengoingoheyallrealizedthattheWitoloe。Afterthattheydidn'thurrysomudtheyallowedthemselvesmorerestsaheywereprettytiredbynowofcourse;butnotwhatI'dcallbitterlytired—onlyslowandfeelingverydreamyainsideasonedoeswhenoneisingtotheendofalongdayintheopen。Susanhadaslightblisterononeheel。
Theyhadleftthecourseofthebigriversometimeago;forourheright(thatmeantalittletothesouth)toreachtheplaceoftheStoable。Evenifthishadheirwaythey'thavekepttotherivervalleyohawbegan,forwithallthatmeltingsnowtheriverwassooninflood—awonderful,r,thunderingyellowflood—ahwouldhavebeeer。
Alowagotredderandtheshadowsgotloheflantothinkaboutg。
“Notlongnow,”saidMr。Beaver,andbegahemuphillaeverydeep,springymoss(itfeltiredfeet)inaplacewhereonlytalltreesgrew,veryart。Theihelongday,madethemallpantandblow。AndjustasLuderihershecettothetopwithoutanrest,suddethetop。Andthisiswhattheysaw。
Theyenspawhichyoucouldlookdowspreadingasfarasonecouldseeiioahead。There,fartotheEast,wassomethingtwinklingandmoving。“Bygum!”whisperedPetertoSusaheverymiddleofthisopenhilltopwastheStowasagreatgrimslabofgraystoedhtstolookedveryold;anditwascutalloverwithstrangelinesamightbethelettersofanunknowheygaveyouacuriousfeelingwhenyoulookedatthem。Thehingtheysaitesideoftheopenpladerfulpavilioniteowwheofthesettingsunfelluponit—withsidesofwhatlookedlikeyellowsilkandso-pegsofivory;andhighaboveitonapoleabannerwhichborearedrampantliinthebreezeingintheirfathefar-offsea。Whiletheywerelookingatthistheyheardasoundofmusitheirright;andturninginthatdiretheysawwhattheyhadetosee。
Aslanstoodierofacrowdofcreaturesedthemselvesroundhimintheshapeofahalf-mooree-WomenthereandWell-Women(DryadsandNaiadsastheyusedtobeourworld)whediwastheywhohadmadethemusic。Therewerefreattaurs。ThehorsepartofthemwaslikehugeEnglishfarmhorses,awaslikesterifulgiants。Therewasalsoaunidabullwiththeheadofaman,andapelidaneagle,aDog。AoAslanstoodtwoleopardsofwhomonecarriedhisdtheotherhisstandard。
ButasforAslaheBeaversandthedidn'tknowwhattodoorsaywhentheysawhim。PeoplewhohavenotbeeninNarhinkthatathingotbegoodathesametime。Ifthehadeverthoughtso,theywerecuredofitnow。ForwheolookatAslan'sfacetheyjustcaughtaglimpseofthegoldehegreat,royal,solemn,eyes;aheyfoundthey'tlookathimarembly。
“Goon,”whisperedMr。Beaver。
“No,”whisperedPeter,“youfirst。”
“No,SonsofAdambeforeanimals,”whisperedMr。Beaverba。
“Susan,”whisperedPeter,“Whataboutyou?Ladiesfirst。”
“No,you'retheeldest,”whisperedSusan。Andofcoursetheloondoingthisthemoreawkwardtheyfelt。ThenatlastPeterrealizedthatittohim。Hedrewhisswordahesaluteandhastilysayihers“eon。Pullyourselvestogether,”headvaheLionandsaid:“Wehavee—Aslan。”
“Wele,Peter,SonofAdam,”saidAslan。“Wele,SusanandLucy,DaughtersofEve。WeleHe-BeaverandShe-Beaver。”
Hisvoiceandriehowtookthefidgetsoutofthem。Theygladadidn'tseemawkwardtothemtostandandsaynothing。
“Butwhereisthefourth?”askedAslan。
&riedtobetraythemaheWhiteWitch,OAslan,”saidMr。Beaver。Ahiersay,
“Thatartlymyfault,Aslan。IwasangrywithhimandIthinkthathelpedhimt。”
AndAslansaidoexcusePeterortoblamehimbutmerelystoodlookingathimwithhisgreatungeyes。Aoallofthemthattherewasnothingtobesaid。
“Please—Aslan,”saidLuaosaveEdmund?”