《THE VOYAGE OF THE DAWN TREADER》第29章

lucy　could　hardly　tear　herself　away　from　that　first　page；　but　when　she turned　over；　the　next　was　just　as　interesting。　〃but　i　must　get　on；〃　she　told　herself。　and　on she　went　for　about　thirty　pages　which；　if　she　could　have　remembered　them；　would　have taught　her　how　to　find　buried　treasure；　how　to　remember　things　forgotten；　how　to forget　things　you　wanted　to　forget；　how　to　tell　whether　anyone　was　speaking　the　truth；　how　to call　up　（or　prevent）　wind；　fog；　snow；　sleet　or　rain；　how　to　produce　enchanted　sleeps and　how　to　give　a　man　an　asss　head　（as　they　did　to　poor　bottom）。　and　the　longer　she　read the　more　wonderful　and　more　real　the　pictures　became。
then　she　came　to　a　page　which　was　such　a　blaze　of　pictures　that　one　hardly noticed　the　writing。　hardly　…　but　she　did　notice　the　first　words。　they　were；　an infallible　spell　to　make　beautiful　her　that　uttereth　it　beyond　the　lot　of　mortals。　lucy　peered at　the　pictures　with　her　face　close　to　the　page；　and　though　they　had　seemed　crowded　and muddlesome　before；　she　found　she　could　now　see　them　quite　clearly。　the　first　was　a picture　of　a　girl　standing　at　a　reading…desk　reading　in　a　huge　book。　and　the　girl　was　dressed exactly　like　lucy。　in　the　next　picture　lucy　（for　the　girl　in　the　picture　was　lucy herself）　was　standing　up　with　her　mouth　open　and　a　rather　terrible　expression　on　her　face； chanting　or　reciting　something。　in　the　third　picture　the　beauty　beyond　the　lot　of　mortals　had e　to　her。　it　was　strange；　considering　how　small　the　pictures　had　looked　at　first；　that the　lucy　in　the　picture　now　seemed　quite　as　big　as　the　real　lucy；　and　they　looked　into　each others　eyes　and　the　real　lucy　looked　away　after　a　few　minutes　because　she　was　dazzled by　the　beauty　of　the　other　lucy；　though　she　could　still　see　a　sort　of　likeness　to　herself in　that　beautiful　face。　and　now　the　pictures　came　crowding　on　her　thick　and　fast。　she　saw herself　throned　on　high　at　a　great　tournament　in　calormen　and　all　the　kings　of　the　world fought　because　of　her　beauty。　after　that　it　turned　from　tournaments　to　real　wars；　and　all narnia　and　archenland；　telmar　and　calormen；　galma　and　terebinthia；　were　laid　waste with　the　fury　of　the　kings　and　dukes　and　great　lords　who　fought　for　her　favour。　then　it changed　and　lucy；　still　beautiful　beyond　the　lot　of　mortals；　was　back　in　england。　and susan　（who　had　always　been　the　beauty　of　the　family）　came　home　from　america。　the　susan　in the　picture　looked　exactly　like　the　real　susan　only　plainer　and　with　a　nasty expression。　and　susan　was　jealous　of　the　dazzling　beauty　of　lucy；　but　that　didnt　matter　a　bit because　no　one　cared　anything　about　susan　now。
〃i　will　say　the　spell；〃　said　lucy。　〃i　dont　care。　i　will。”
she　said　i　dont　care　because　she　had　a　strong　feeling　that　she　mustnt。
but　when　she　looked　back　at　the　opening　words　of　the　spell；　there　in　the middle　of　the　writing；　where　she　felt　quite　sure　there　had　been　no　picture　before；　she found　the　great　face　of　a　lion；　of　the　lion；　aslan　himself；　staring　into　hers。　it　was painted　such　a　bright　gold　that　it　seemed　to　be　ing　towards　her　out　of　the　page；　and　indeed she　never　was　quite　sure　afterwards　that　it　hadnt　really　moved　a　little。　at　any　rate　she knew　the
expression　on　his　face　quite　well。　he　was　growling　and　you　could　see　most of　his　teeth。
she　became　horribly　afraid　and　turned　over　the　page　at　once。
a　little　later　she　came　to　a　spell　which　would　let　you　know　what　your friends　thought　about　you。　now　lucy　had　wanted　very　badly　to　try　the　other　spell；　the　one that　made　you　beautiful　beyond　the　lot　of　mortals。　so　she　felt　that　to　make　up　for　not having　said　it；　she　really　would　say　this　one。　and　all　in　a　hurry；　for　fear　her　mind　would change；　she　said　the　words　（nothing　will　induce　me　to　tell　you　what　they　were）。　then　she　waited for　something　to　happen。
as　nothing　happened　she　began　looking　at　the　pictures。　and　all　at　once　she saw　the　very　last　thing　she　expected　…　a　picture　of　a　third…class　carriage　in　a　train； with　two　schoolgirls　sitting　in　it。　she　knew　them　at　once。　they　were　marjorie　preston　and　anne featherstone。
only　now　it　was　much　more　than　a　picture。　it　was　alive。　she　could　see　the telegraph　posts　flicking　past　outside　the　window。　then　gradually　（like　when　the　radio　is 〃ing　on〃）
she　could　hear　what　they　were　saying。
〃shall　i　see　anything　of　you　this　term？〃　said　anne；　〃or　are　you　still　going to　be　all　taken　up　with　lucy　pevensie。　“
〃dont　know　what　you　mean　by　taken　up；〃　said　marjorie。
〃oh　yes；　you　do；〃　said　anne。　〃you　were　crazy　about　her　last　term。”
〃no；　i　wasnt；〃　said　marjorie。　〃ive　got　more　sense　than　that。　not　a　bad little　kid　in　her　way。　but　i　was　getting　pretty　tired　of　her　before　the　end　of　term。”
〃well；　you　jolly　well　wont　have　the　chance　any　other　term！〃　shouted　lucy。 〃two…faced　little　beast。〃　but　the　sound　of　her　own　voice　at　once　reminded　her　that　she was　talking　to　a　picture　and　that　the　real　marjorie　was　far　away　in　another　world。
〃well；〃　said　lucy　to　herself；　〃i　did　think　better　of　her　than　that。　and　i did　all　sorts　of　things　for　her　last　term；　and　i　stuck　to　her　when　not　many　other　girls would。　and　she　knows　it　too。　and　to　anne　featherstone　of　all　people！　i　wonder　are　all　my friends　the　same？　there　are　lots　of　other　pictures。　no。　i　wont　look　at　any　more。　i wont；　i　wont　and　with　a　great　effort　she　turned　over　the　page；　but　not　before　a　large；　angry tear　had　splashed　on　it。
on　the　next　page　she　came　to　a　spell　〃for　the　refreshment　of　the　spirit。 the　pictures　were　fewer　here　but　very　beautiful。　and　what　lucy　found　herself　reading　was　more like　a　story　than　a　spell。　it　went　on　for　three　pages　and　before　she　had　read　to　the bottom　of　the　page　she　had　forgotten　that　she　was　reading　at　all。　she　was　living　in　the　story as　if　it　were　real；　and　all　the　pictures　were　real　too。　when　she　had　got　to　the　third　page　and e　to　the　end；　she　said；　〃that　is　the　loveliest　story　ive　ever　read　or　ever　shall read　in　my　whole　life。　oh；　i　wish　i　could　have　gone　on　reading　it　for　ten　years。　at　least ill　read　it　over　again。”
but　here　part　of　the　magic　of　the　book　came　into　play。　you　couldnt　turn back。　the　right…hand　pages；　the　ones　ahea