《The Horse and His Boy》第11章

dozen　soldiers；　leaning　on　their　spears；　stood　on　each side。　aravis　couldnt　help　thinking；　〃theyd　all　jump　to　attention　and　salute　me　if　they knew　whose　daughter　i　am。〃　but　the　others　were　only　thinking　of　how　theyd　get　through and　hoping　the　soldiers　would　not　ask　any　questions。　fortunately　they　did　not。　but　one of　them　picked　a　carrot　out　of　a　peasants　basket　and　threw　it　at　shasta　with　a rough　laugh；　saying： 〃hey！　horse…boy！　youll　catch　it　if　your　master　finds　youve　been　using　his saddle…horse　for　pack　work。”
this　frightened　him　badly　for　of　course　it　showed　that　no　one　who　knew anything　about　horses　would　mistake　bree　for　anything　but　a　charger。
〃its　my　masters　orders；　so　there！〃　said　shasta。　but　it　would　have　been better　if　he　had　held　his　tongue　for　the　soldier　gave　him　a　box　on　the　side　of　his　face　that nearly　knocked　him　down　and　said；　〃take　that；　you　young　filth；　to　teach　you　how　to　talk　to freemen。〃　but
they　all　slunk　into　the　city　without　being　stopped。　shasta　cried　only　a very　little；　he　was　used　to　hard　knocks。
inside　the　gates　tashbaan　did　not　at　first　seem　so　splendid　as　it　had looked　from　a　distance。　the　first　street　was　narrow　and　there　were　hardly　any　windows　in the　walls　on　each　side。　it　was　much　more　crowded　than　shasta　had　expected：　crowded partly　by　the　peasants　（on　their　way　to　market）　who　had　e　in　with　them；　but　also　with watersellers；　sweetmeat　sellers；　porters；　soldiers；　beggars；　ragged　children；　hens；　stray dogs；　and　bare…footed　slaves。　what　you　would　chiefly　have　noticed　if　you　had　been　there was　the　smells；　which　came　from　unwashed　people；　unwashed　dogs；　scent；　garlic；　onions；　and the　piles　of　refuse　which　lay　everywhere。
shasta　was　pretending　to　lead　but　it　was　really　bree；　who　knew　the　way　and kept　guiding　him　by　little　nudges　with　his　nose。　they　soon　turned　to　the　left　and　began going　up　a　steep　hill。　it　was　much　fresher　and　pleasanter；　for　the　road　was　bordered by　trees　and　there　were　houses　only　on　the　right　side；　on　the　other　they　looked　out　over the　roofs　of　houses　in　the　lower　town　and　could　see　some　way　up　the　river。　then　they went　round　a　hairpin　bend　to　their　right　and　continued　rising。　they　were　zigzagging　up to　the　centre　of　tashbaan。　soon　they　came　to　finer　streets。　great　statues　of　the　gods　and heroes　of　calormen　…　who　are　mostly　impressive　rather　than　agreeable　to　look　at…　rose on　shining　pedestals。　palm　trees　and　pillared　arcades　cast　shadows　over　the　burning pavements。　and　through　the　arched　gateways　of　many　a　palace　shasta　caught　sight　of　green branches；　cool　fountains；　and　smooth　lawns。　it　must　be　nice　inside；　he　thought。
at　every　turn　shasta　hoped　they　were　getting　out　of　the　crowd；　but　they never　did。　this　made　their　progress　very　slow；　and　every　now　and　then　they　had　to　stop altogether。　this　usually　happened　because　a　loud　voice　shouted　out　〃way；　way；　way；　for　the tarkaan〃；　or　〃for　the　tarkheena〃；　or　〃for　the　fifteenth　vizier〃；　〃or　for　the ambassador〃；　and　everyone　in　the　crowd　would　crush　back　against　the　walls；　and　above　their　heads shasta　would　sometimes　see　the　great　lord　or　lady　for　whom　all　the　fuss　was　being　made； lolling　upon　a　litter　which　four　or　even　six　gigantic　slaves　carried　on　their　bare shoulders。　for　in　tashbaan　there　is　only　one　traffic　regulation；　which　is　that　everyone　who is　less　important　has　to　get　out　of　the　way　for　everyone　who　is　more　important； unless　you　want　a　cut　from　a　whip　or　punch　from　the　butt　end　of　a　spear。
it　was　in　a　splendid　street　very　near　the　top　of　the　city　（the　tisrocs palace　was　the　only　thing　above　it）　that　the　most　disastrous　of　these　stoppages　occurred。
〃way！　way！　way！〃　came　the　voice。　〃way　for　the　white　barbarian　king；　the guest　of　the　tisroc　（may　he　live　for　ever）！　way　for　the　narnian　lords。”
shasta　tried　to　get　out　of　the　way　and　to　make　bree　go　back。　but　no　horse； not　even　a　talking　horse　from　narnia；　backs　easily。　and　a　woman　with　a　very　edgy basket　in　her　hands；　who　was　just　behind　shasta；　pushed　the　basket　hard　against　his shoulders；　and　said；　〃now　then！　who　are　you　shoving！〃　and　then　someone　else　jostled　him from　the　side　and　in　the　confusion　of　the　moment　he　lost　hold　of　bree。　and　then　the whole　crowd
behind　him　became　so　stiffened　and　packed　tight　that　he　couldnt　move　at all。　so　he　found　himself；　unintentionally；　in　the　first　row　and　had　a　fine　sight　of　the party　that　was　ing　down　the　street。
it　was　quite　unlike　any　other　party　they　had　seen　that　day。　the　crier　who went　before　it　shouting　〃way；　way！〃　was　the　only　calormene　in　it。　and　there　was　no　litter； everyone　was　on　foot。　there　were　about　half　a　dozen　men　and　shasta　had　never　seen anyone　like　them　before。　for　one　thing；　they　were　all　as　fair…skinned　as　himself；　and most　of　them　had　fair　hair。　and　they　were　not　dressed　like　men　of　calormen。　most　of　them had　legs　bare　to　the　kneee。　their　tunics　were　of　fine；　bright；　hardy　colours　… woodland　green；　or　gay　yellow；　or　fresh　blue。　instead　of　turbans　they　wore　steel　or　silver caps；　some　of　them　set　with　jewels；　and　one　with　little　wings　on　each　side　of　it。　a　few　were bare…headed。　the　swords　at　their　sides　were　long　and　straight；　not　curved　like　calormene scimitars。　and　instead　of　being　grave　and　mysterious　like　most　calormenes；　they　walked with　a　swing　and　let　their　arms　and　shoulders　free；　and　chatted　and　laughed。　one　was whistling。　you　could　see　that　they　were　ready　to　be　friends　with　anyone　who　was　friendly and　didnt　give　a　fig　for　anyone　who　wasnt。　shasta　thought　he　had　never　seen　anything　so lovely　in　his　life。
but　there　was　not　time　to　enjoy　it　for　at　once　a　really　dreadful　thing happened。　the　leader　of　the　fair…headed　men　suddenly　pointed　at　shasta；　cried　out；　〃there　he　is！ theres　our　runaway！〃　and　seized　him　by　the　shoulder。　next　moment　he　gave　shasta　a smack　…　not　a　cruel　one　to　make　you　cry　but　a　sharp　one　to　let　you　know　you　are　in disgrace　and　added；　shaking： 〃shame　on　you；　my　lord！　fie　for　shame！　queen　susans　eyes　are　red　with weeping　because　of　you。　what！　truant　for　a　whole　night！　where　have　you　been？”
shasta　would　have　darted　under　brees　body　and　tried　to　make　himself　scarce in　the　crowd　if　he　ha