《PRINCE CASPIAN》第22章

it　was　heart…breaking　work　…　all　uphill　again；　back　over　the　ground　they had　already　travelled。　when　they　felt　that　they　really　couldnt　run　any　more；　even　to save　their　lives；　they　all　dropped　down　in　the　damp　moss　beside　a　waterfall　and　behind　a　big boulder；　panting。　they　were　surprised　to　see　how　high　they　had　already　got。
they　listened　intently　and　heard　no　sound　of　pursuit。
〃so　thats　all　right；〃　said　trumpkin；　drawing　a　deep　breath。　〃theyre　not searching　the　wood。　only　sentries；　i　expect。　but　it　means　that　miraz　has　an　outpost　down there。　bottles　and　battledores！　though；　it　was　a　near　thing。”
〃i　ought　to　have　my　head　smacked　for　bringing　us　this　way　at　all；〃　said peter。
〃on　the　contrary；　your　majesty；〃　said　the　dwarf。　〃for　one　thing　it　wasnt you；　it　was　your　royal　brother；　king　edmund；　who　first　suggested　going　by　glasswater。”
〃im　afraid　the　d。l。f。s　right；〃　said　edmund；　who　had　quite　honestly forgotten　this　ever　since　things　began　going　wrong。
〃and　for　another；〃　continued　trumpkin；　〃if　wed　gone　my　way；　wed　have walked　straight　into　that　new　outpost；　most　likely；　or　at　least　had　just　the　same trouble　avoiding　it。　i　think　this　glasswater　route　has　turned　out　for　the　best。”
〃a　blessing　in　disguise；〃　said　susan。
〃some　disguise！〃　said　edmund。
〃i　suppose　well　have　to　go　right　up　the　gorge　again　now；〃　said　lucy。
〃lu；　youre　a　hero；〃　said　peter。　〃thats　the　nearest　youve　got　today　to saying　i　told　you　so。　lets　get　on。”
〃and　as　soon　as　were　well　up　into　the　forest；〃　said　trumpkin；　〃whatever anyone　says；　im　going　to　light　a　fire　and　cook　supper。　but　we　must　get　well　away　from here。”
there　is　no　need　to　describe　how　they　toiled　back　up　the　gorge。　it　was pretty　hard　work；　but　oddly　enough　everyone　felt　more　cheerful。　they　were　getting　their second　wind；　and　the　word　supper　had　had　a　wonderful　effect。
they　reached　the　fir　wood　which　had　caused　them　so　much　trouble　while　it was　still　daylight；　and　bivouacked　in　a　hollow　just　above　it。　it　was　tedious gathering　the　firewood；　but　it　was　grand　when　the　fire　blazed　up　and　they　began　producing　the　damp and　smeary　parcels　of　bear…meat　which　would　have　been　so　very　unattractive　to　anyone who　had　spent　the　day　indoors。　the　dwarf　had　splendid　ideas　about　cookery。　each apple　（they　still　had　a　few　of　these）　was　wrapped　up　in　bears　meat　…　as　if　it　was　to　be apple　dumpling　with　meat　instead　of　pastry；　only　much　thicker　…　and　spiked　on　a　sharp stick　and　then　roasted。　and　the　juice　of　the　apple　worked　all　through　the　meat；　like　apple sauce　with　roast　pork。　bear　that　has　lived　too　much　on　other　animals　is　not　very　nice； but　bear　that　has　had　plenty　of　honey　and　fruit　is　excellent；　and　this　turned　out　to　be that　sort　of　bear。　it　was　a　truly　glorious　meal。　and；　of　course；　no　washing　up　…　only　lying　back and　watching　the　smoke　from　trumpkins　pipe　and　stretching　ones　tired　legs　and chatting。　everyone　felt　quite　hopeful　now　about　finding　king　caspian　tomorrow　and　defeating miraz　in　a　few　days。　it　may　not　have　been　sensible　of　them　to　feel　like　this；　but　they did。
they　dropped　off　to　sleep　one　by　one；　but　all　pretty　quickly。
lucy　woke　out　of　the　deepest　sleep　you　can　imagine；　with　the　feeling　that the　voice　she　liked　best　in　the　world　had　been　calling　her　name。　she　thought　at　first　it was　her　fathers　voice；　but　that　did　not　seem　quite　right。　then　she　thought　it　was　peters voice；　but　that　did　not　seem　to　fit　either。　she　did　not　want　to　get　up；　not　because　she　was still　tired　…　on　the　contrary　she　was　wonderfully　rested　and　all　the　aches　had　gone　from　her bones　…　but　because　she　felt　so　extremely　happy　and　fortable。　she　was　looking straight　up　at　the　narnian　moon；　which　is　larger　than　ours；　and　at　the　starry　sky；　for　the place　where　they　had　bivouacked　was　paratively　open。
〃lucy；〃　came　the　call　again；　neither　her　fathers　voice　nor　peters。　she sat　up；　trembling　with　excitement　but　not　with　fear。　the　moon　was　so　bright　that　the　whole forest　landscape　around　her　was　almost　as　clear　as　day；　though　it　looked　wilder。 behind　her　was　the　fir　wood；　away　to　her　right　the　jagged　cliff…tops　on　the　far　side　of the　gorge；　straight　ahead；　open　grass　to　where　a　glade　of　trees　began　about　a　bow…shot　away。 lucy　looked　very　hard　at　the　trees　of　that　glade。
〃why；　i　do　believe　theyre　moving；〃　she　said　to　herself。　〃theyre　walking about。”
she　got　up；　her　heart　beating　wildly；　and　walked　towards　them。　there　was certainly　a　noise　in　the　glade；　a　noise　such　as　trees　make　in　a　high　wind；　though　there was　no　wind　tonight。　yet　it　was　not　exactly　an　ordinary　treenoise　either。　lucy　felt there　was　a　tune　in
it；　but　she　could　not　catch　the　tune　any　more　than　she　had　been　able　to catch　the　words　when　the　trees　had　so　nearly　talked　to　her　the　night　before。　but　there　was； at　least；　a　lilt；　she　felt　her　own　feet　wanting　to　dance　as　she　got　nearer。　and　now　there　was no　doubt　that　the　trees　were　really　moving　moving　in　and　out　through　one　another　as　if　in a　plicated　country　dance。　（〃and　i　suppose；〃　thought　lucy；　〃when　trees dance；　it　must　be　a　very；　very　country　dance　indeed。）　she　was　almost　among　them　now。
the　first　tree　she　looked　at　seemed　at　first　glance　to　be　not　a　tree　at　all but　a　huge　man　with　a　shaggy　beard　and　great　bushes　of　hair。　she　was　not　frightened：　she had　seen　such　things　before。　but　when　she　looked　again　he　was　only　a　tree；　though　he　was still　moving。
you　couldnt　see　whether　he　had　feet　or　roots；　of　course；　because　when trees　move　they　dont　walk　on　the　surface　of　the　earth；　they　wade　in　it　as　we　do　in　water。 the　same　thing　happened　with　every　tree　she　looked　at。　at　one　moment　they　seemed　to　be　the friendly；　lovely　giant　and　giantess　forms　which　the　tree…people　put　on　when　some　good magic　has　called　them　into　full　life：　next　moment　they　all　looked　like　trees　again。 but　when　they　looked　like　trees；　it　was　like　strangely　human　trees；　and　when　they　looked like　people；　it　was　like　strangely　branchy　and　leafy　people　…　and　all　the　time　that　queer lilting；　rustling；　cool；　merry　noise。
〃they　are　almost　awake；　not　quite；〃　said　lucy。　she　knew　she　herself　was wide　awake；　wider　than　anyone　usually　is。
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