《The Lion, the Witch and the War》第16章

llen　tree…trunks；　and sliding　down　steep　banks；　and　barking　his　shins　against　rocks；　till　he　was　wet　and　cold　and bruised　all　over。
the　silence　and　the　loneliness　were　dreadful。　in　fact　i　really　think　he might　have　given　up　the　whole　plan　and　gone　back　and　owned　up　and　made　friends　with　the　others； if　he　hadnt　happened　to　say　to　himself；　〃when　im　king　of　narnia　the　first　thing i　shall　do　will　be　to　make　some　decent　roads。〃　and　of　course　that　set　him　off　thinking about　being　a　king　and　all　the　other　things　he　would　do　and　this　cheered　him　up　a　good deal。　he　had　just　settled　in　his　mind　what　sort　of　palace　he　would　have　and　how　many cars　and　all　about　his　private　cinema　and　where　the　principal　railways　would　run　and what　laws　he　would　make　against　beavers　and　dams　and　was　putting　the　finishing　touches to　some　schemes　for　keeping　peter　in　his　place；　when　the　weather　changed。　first　the snow　stopped。　then　a　wind　sprang　up　and　it　became　freezing　cold。　finally；　the clouds　rolled
away　and　the　moon　came　out。　it　was　a　full　moon　and；　shining　on　all　that snow；　it　made　everything　almost　as　bright　as　day　…　only　the　shadows　were　rather confusing。
he　would　never　have　found　his　way　if　the　moon　hadnt　e　out　by　the　time he　got　to　the　other　river　you　remember　he　had　seen　（when　they　first　arrived　at　the beavers）　a　smaller　river　flowing　into　the　great　one　lower　down。　he　now　reached　this　and　turned to　follow　it　up。　but　the　little　valley　down　which　it　came　was　much　steeper　and　rockier than　the　one　he　had　just　left　and　much　overgrown　with　bushes；　so　that　he　could　not　have managed　it　at　all　in　the　dark。　even　as　it　was；　he　got　wet　through　for　he　had　to　stoop　under branches　and　great　loads　of　snow　came　sliding　off　on　to　his　back。　and　every　time　this happened　he　thought　more　and　more　how　he　hated　peter　…　just　as　if　all　this　had　been peters　fault。
but　at　last　he　came　to　a　part　where　it　was　more　level　and　the　valley　opened out。　and　there；　on　the　other　side　of　the　river；　quite　close　to　him；　in　the　middle　of a　little　plain　between　two　hills；　he　saw　what　must　be　the　white　witchs　house。　and　the moon　was　shining　brighter　than　ever。　the　house　was　really　a　small　castle。　it　seemed to　be　all　towers；　little　towers　with　long　pointed　spires　on　them；　sharp　as　needles。 they　looked　like　huge　dunces　caps　or　sorcerers　caps。　and　they　shone　in　the　moonlight　and their　long　shadows　looked　strange　on　the　snow。　edmund　began　to　be　afraid　of　the　house。
but　it　was　too　late　to　think　of　turning　back　now。
he　crossed　the　river　on　the　ice　and　walked　up　to　the　house。　there　was nothing　stirring；　not　the　slightest　sound　anywhere。　even　his　own　feet　made　no　noise　on　the deep　newly　fallen　snow。　he　walked　on　and　on；　past　corner　after　corner　of　the　house； and　past　turret　after　turret　to　find　the　door。　he　had　to　go　right　round　to　the　far　side before　he　found　it。　it　was　a　huge　arch　but　the　great　iron　gates　stood　wide　open。
edmund　crept　up　to　the　arch　and　looked　inside　into　the　courtyard；　and　there he　saw　a　sight　that　nearly　made　his　heart　stop　beating。　just　inside　the　gate；　with the　moonlight　shining　on　it；　stood　an　enormous　lion　crouched　as　if　it　was　ready　to spring。　and　edmund　stood　in　the　shadow　of　the　arch；　afraid　to　go　on　and　afraid　to　go　back； with　his　knees　knocking　together。　he　stood　there　so　long　that　his　teeth　would　have　been chattering　with　cold　even　if　they　had　not　been　chattering　with　fear。　how　long　this　really lasted　i　dont　know；　but　it　seemed　to　edmund　to　last　for　hours。
then　at　last　he　began　to　wonder　why　the　lion　was　standing　so　still　…　for　it hadnt　moved　one　inch　since　he　first　set　eyes　on　it。　edmund　now　ventured　a　little nearer；　still　keeping　in　the　shadow　of　the　arch　as　much　as　he　could。　he　now　saw　from　the　way　the lion　was　standing　that　it　couldnt　have　been　looking　at　him　at　all。　（〃but　supposing it　turns　its　head？〃　thought　edmund。）　in　fact　it　was　staring　at　something　else　namely　a little：　dwarf　who　stood　with　his　back　to　it　about　four　feet　away。　〃aha！〃　thought　edmund。 〃when　it　springs　at　the　dwarf　then　will　be　my　chance　to　escape。〃　but　still　the　lion never　moved；　nor　did　the　dwarf。　and　now　at　last　edmund　remembered　what　the　others　had said　about　the　white　witch　turning　people　into　stone。　perhaps　this　was　only　a　stone lion。　and　as　soon　as　he　had　thought　of　that　he　noticed　that　the　lions　back　and　the　top of　its　head　were
covered　with　snow。　of　course　it　must　be　only　a　statue！　no　living　animal would　have　let　itself　get　covered　with　snow。　then　very　slowly　and　with　his　heart　beating as　if　it　would　burst；　edmund　ventured　to　go　up　to　the　lion。　even　now　he　hardly　dared　to touch　it；　but　at　last　he　put　out　his　hand；　very　quickly；　and　did。　it　was　cold　stone。　he　had been　frightened　of　a　mere　statue！
the　relief　which　edmund　felt　was　so　great　that　in　spite　of　the　cold　he suddenly　got　warm　all　over　right　down　to　his　toes；　and　at　the　same　time　there　came　into　his head　what　seemed　a　perfectly　lovely　idea。　〃probably；〃　he　thought；　〃this　is　the　great lion　aslan　that　they　were　all　talking　about。　shes　caught　him　already　and　turned　him　into stone。　so　thats　the　end　of　all　their　fine　ideas　about　him！　pooh！　whos　afraid　of　aslan？”
and　he　stood　there　gloating　over　the　stone　lion；　and　presently　he　did something　very　silly　and　childish。　he　took　a　stump　of　lead　pencil　out　of　his　pocket　and scribbled　a　moustache　on　the　lions　upper　lip　and　then　a　pair　of　spectacles　on　its　eyes。　then　he said；　〃yah！　silly　old　aslan！　how　do　you　like　being　a　stone？　you　thought　yourself　mighty　fine； didnt　you？〃　but　in　spite　of　the　scribbles　on　it　the　face　of　the　great　stone　beast still　looked　so　terrible；　and　sad；　and　noble；　staring　up　in　the　moonlight；　that　edmund didnt　really　get　any　fun　out　of　jeering　at　it。　he　turned　away　and　began　to　cross　the　courtyard。
as　he　got　into　the　middle　of　it　he　saw　that　there　were　dozens　of　statues all　about　…　standing　here　and　there　rather　as　the　pieces　stand　on　a　chess…board　when　it is　half…way　through　the　game。　there　were　stone　satyrs；　and　stone　wolves；　and　bears　and foxes　and　cat…amountains　of　stone。　there　were　lovely　stone　shapes　that　looked　like women　but　who　were　really　the　spirits　of　tre