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here the army halted and spread out in a line, and there was a great deal of rearranging. a whole detachment of very dangerous-looking talking beasts whom shasta had not noticed before and who were mostly of the cat kind (leopards, panthers, and the like)
went padding and growling to take up their positions on the left. the giants were ordered to the right, and before going there they all took off something they had been carrying on their backs and sat down for a moment. then shasta saw that what they had been carrying and were now putting on were pairs of boots: horrid, heavy, spiked boots which came up to their knees. then they sloped their huge clubs over their shoulders and marched to their battle position. the archers, with queen lucy, fell to the rear and you could first see them bending their bows and then hear the twangtwang as they tested the strings. and wherever you looked you could see people tightening girths, putting on helmets, drawing swords, and throwing cloaks to the ground. there was hardly any talking now. it was very solemn and very dreadful. "im in for it now - i really am in for it now," thought shasta. then there came noises far ahead: the sound of many men shouting and a steady thud-thud-thud "battering ram," whispered corin. "theyre battering the gate.”
even corin looked quite serious now.
"why doesnt king edmund get on?" he said. "i can stand this waiting about. chilly too.”
shasta nodded: hoping he didnt look as frightened as felt.
the trumpet at last! on the move now - now trotting the banner streaming out in the wind. they had topped low ridge now, and below them the whole scene sudden opened out; a little, many-towered castle with its gate towards them. no moat, unfortunately, but of course the gate shut and the portcullis down. on the walls they could see, like little white dots, the faces of the defenders. down below, about fifty of the calormenes, di【创建和谐家园】ounted, were steadily swinging a great tree trunk against the gate. but at once the scene changed. the main bulk of rabadashs men had been on foot ready to assault the gate. but now he had seen the narnians sweeping down from the ridge. there is no doubt those calormenes are wonderfully trained. it seemed to shasta only a second before a whole line of the enemy were on horseback again, wheeling round to meet them, swinging towards them.
and now a gallop. the ground between the two armies grew less every moment. faster, faster. all swords out now, all shields up to the nose, all prayers said, all teeth clenched.
shasta was dreadfully frightened. but it suddenly came into his head, "if you funk this, youll funk every battle all your life. now or never.”
but when at last the two lines met he had really very littler idea of what happened. there was a frightful confusion`; and an appalling noise. his sword was knocked clean out of his hand pretty soon. and hed got the reins tangled somehow. then he found himself slipping. then a spear came straight at him and as he ducked to avoid it he rolled right off his horse, bashed his left knuckles terribly against someone elses armour, and then - but it is no use trying to describe the battle from shastas point of view; he understood too little of the fight in general and even of his own part in it. the best way i can tell you what really happened is to take you some miles away to where the hermit of the southern march sat gazing into the 【创建和谐家园】ooth pool beneath the spreading tree, with bree and hwin and aravis beside him.
for it was in this pool that the hermit looked when he wanted to know what was going on in the world outside the green walls of his hermitage. there, as in a mirror, he could see, at certain times, what was going on in the streets of cities far farther south than tashbaan, or what ships were putting into redhaven in the remote seven isles, or what robbers or wild beasts stirred in the great western forests between lantern waste and telmar. and all this day he had hardly left his pool, even to eat or drink, for he knew that great events were on foot in archenland. aravis and the horses gazed into it too. they could see it was a magic pool: instead of reflecting the tree and the sky it revealed cloudy and coloured shapes moving, always moving, in its depths. but they could see nothing clearly. the hermit could and from time to time he told them what he saw. a little while before shasta rode into his first battle, the hermit had begun speaking like this: "i see one - two - three eagles wheeling in the gap by stormness head. one is the oldest of all the eagles. he would not be out unless battle was at hand. i see him wheel to and fro, peering down sometimes at anvard and sometimes to the east, behind stormness. ah - i see now what rabadash and his men have been so busy at all day. they have felled and lopped a great tree and they are now coming out of the woods carrying it as a ram.
they have learned something from the failure of last nights assult. he would have been wiser if he had set his men to making ladders: but it takes too long and he is impatient.
fool that he is! he ought to have ridden back to tashbaan as soon as the first attack failed, for his whole plan depended on speed and surprise. now they are bringing their ram into position. king lunes men are shooting hard from the walls. five calormenes have fallen: but not many will. they have their shields above their heads. rabadash is giving his orders now. with him are his most trusted lords, fierce tarkaans from the eastern provinces. i can see their faces. there is corradin of castle tormunt, and azrooh, and chlamash, and ilgamuth of the twisted lip, and a tall tarkaan with a crimson beard -”
"by the mane, my old master anradin!" said bree.
"s-s-sly" said aravis.
"now the ram has started. if i could hear as well as see, what a noise that would make!
stroke after stroke: and no gate can stand it for ever. but wait! something up by stormness has scared the birds. theyre coming out in masses. and wait again . . . i cant see yet . . . ah! now i can. the whole ridge, up on the east, is black with horsemen. if
only the wind would catch that standard and spread it out. theyre over the ridge now, whoever they are. aha! ive seen the banner now. narnia, narnia! its the red lion.
theyre in full career down the hill now. i can see king edmund. theres a woman behind among the archers. oh! -”
"what is it?" asked hwin breathlessly.
"all his cats are dashing out from the left of the line.”
"cats?" said aravis.
"great cats, leopards and such," said the hermit impatiently. "i see, i see. the cats are coming round in a circle to get at the horses of the di【创建和谐家园】ounted men. a good stroke. the calormene horses are mad with terror already. now the cats are in among them. but rabadash has reformed his line and has a hundred men in the saddle. theyre riding to meet the narnians. theres only a hundred yards between the two lines now. only fifty. i can see king edmund, i can see the lord peridan. there are two mere children in the narnian line. what can the king be about to let them into battle? only ten yards - the lines have met. the giants on the narnian right are doing wonders . . . but ones down . . .
shot through the eye, i suppose. the centres all in a muddle. i can see more on the left.
there are the two boys again. lion alive! one is prince corm. the other, like him as two peas. its your little shasta. corm is fighting like a man. hes killed a calormene. i can see a bit of the centre now. rabadash and edmund almost met then, but the press has separated them -”
"what about shasta?" said aravis.
"oh the fool!" groaned the hermit. "poor, brave little fool. he knows nothing about this work. hes making no use at all of his shield. his whole sides exposed. he hasnt the faintest idea what to do with his sword. oh, hes remembered it now. hes waving it wildly about . . . nearly cut his own ponys head off, and he will in a moment if hes not careful. its been knocked out of his hand now. its mere murder sending a child into the battle; he cant live five minutes. duck you fool - oh, hes down.”
"killed?" asked three voices breathlessly.
"how can i tell?" said the hermit. "the cats have done their work. all the riderless horses are dead or escaped now: no retreat for the calormenes on them. now the cats are turning back into the main battle. theyre leaping on the rams-men. the ram is down. oh, good! good! the gates are opening from the inside: theres going to be a sortie. the first three are out. its king lune in the middle: the brothers dar and darrin on each side of him. behind them are tran and shar and cole with his brother colin. there are ten - twenty - nearly thirty of them out by now. the calormen line is being forced back upon them. king edmund is dealing marvellous strokes. hes just slashed corradins head off.
lots of calormenes have thrown down their arms and are running for the woods. those that remain are hard pressed. the giants are closing in on the right - cats on the left -
king lune from their rear. the calormenes are a little knot now, fighting back to back.
your tarkaans down, bree. lune and azrooh are fighting hand to hand; the king looks like winning - the king is keeping it up well - the king has won. azroohs down. king edmunds down - no, hes up again: hes at it with rabadash. theyre fighting in the very gate of the castle. several calormenes have surrendered. darrin has killed ilgamuth. i cant see whats happened to rabadash. i think hes dead, leaning against the castle wall, but i dont know. chlamash and king edmund are still fighting but the battle is over everywhere else. chlamash has surrendered. the battle is over. the calormenes are utterly defeated.”
when shasta fell off his horse he gave himself up for lost. but horses, even in battle, tread on human beings very much less than you would suppose. after a very horrible ten minutes or so shasta realized suddenly that there were no longer any horses stamping about in the immediate neighbourhood and that the noise (for there were still a good many noises going on) was no longer that of a battle. he sat up and stared about him.
even he, little as he knew of battles, could soon see that the archenlanders and narnians had won. the only living calormenes he could see were prisoners, the castle gates were wide open, and king lune and king edmund were shaking hands across the battering ram. from the circle of lords and warriors around them there arose a sound of breathless and excited, but obviously cheerful conversation. and then, suddenly, it all united and swelled into a great roar of laughter.
shasta. picked himself up, feeling uncommonly stiff, and ran towards the sound to see what the joke was. a very curious sight met his eyes. the unfortunate rabadash appeared to be suspended from the castle walls. his feet, which were about two feet from the ground, were kicking wildly. his chain-shirt was somehow hitched up so that it was horribly tight under the arms and came half way over his face. in fact he looked just as a man looks if you catch him in the very act of getting into a stiff shirt that is a little too 【创建和谐家园】all for him. as far as could be made out afterwards (and you may be sure the story was well talked over for many a day) what happened was something like this. early in the battle one of the giants had made an unsuccessful stamp at rabadash with his spiked boot: unsuccessful because it didnt crush rabadash, which was what the giant had intended, but not quite useless because one of the spikes tore the chain mail, just as you or i might tear an ordinary shirt. so rabadash, by the time he encountered edmund at the gate, had a hole in the back of his hauberk. and when edmund pressed him back nearer and nearer to the wall, he jumped up on a mounting block and stood there raining down blows on edmund from above. but then, finding that this position, by raising him above the heads of everyone else, made him a mark for every arrow from the narnian bows, he decided to jump down again. and he meant to look and sound - no doubt for a moment he did look and sound - very grand and very dreadful as he jumped, crying, "the bolt of tash falls from above." but he had to jump sideways because the crowd in front of him left him no landing place in that direction. and then, in the neatest way you could wish, the tear in the back of his hauberk caught on a hook in the wall. (ages ago this hook had had a ring in it for tying horses to.) and there he found himself, like a piece of washing hung up to dry, with everyone laughing at him.
"let me down, edmund," howled rabadash. "let me down and fight me like a king and a man; or if you are too great a coward to do that, kill me at once.”
"certainly," began king edmund, but king lune interrupted.
"by your majestys good leave," said king lune to edmund. "not so." then turning to rabadash he said, "your royal highness, if you had given that challenge a week ago, ill answer for it there was no one in king edmunds dominion, from the high king down to the 【创建和谐家园】allest talking mouse, who would have refused it. but by attacking our castle of anvard in time of peace without defiance sent, you have proved yourself no knight, but a traitor, and one rather to be whipped by the hangman than to be suffered to cross swords with any person of honour. take him down, bind him, and carry him within till our pleasure is further known.”
strong hands wrenched rabadashs sword from him and he was carried away into the castle, shouting, threatening, cursing, and even crying. for though he could have faced torture he couldnt bear being made ridiculous. in tashbaan everyone had always taken him seriously.
at that moment corin ran up to shasta, seized his hand and started dragging him towards king lune. "here he is, father, here he is," cried corin.
"aye, and here thou art, at last," said the king in a very gruff voice. "and bast been in the battle, clean contrary to your obedience. a boy to break a fathers heart! at your age a rod to your breech were fitter than a sword in your fist, ha!" but everyone, including corin, could see that the king was very proud of him.
"chide him no more, sire, if it please you," said lord darrin. "his highness would not be your son if he did not inherit your conditions. it would grieve your majesty more if he had to be reproved for the opposite fault.”
"well, well," grumbled the king. "well pass it over for this time. and now -" what came next surprised shasta as much as anything that had ever happened to him in his life. he found himself suddenly embraced inn bear-like hug by king lune and kissed on both cheeks. then the king set him down again and said, "stand here together, boys, and let all the court see you. hold up your heads. now, gentlemen, look on them both.
has any man any doubts?”
and still shasta could not understand why everyone stared at him and at corin nor what all the cheering was about.
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CHAPTER FOURTEEN
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how bree became a wiser horse we must now return to aravis and the horses. the hermit, watching his pool, was able to tell them that shasta was not killed or even seriously wounded, for he saw him get up and saw how affectionately he was greeted by king lune. but as he could only see, not hear, he did not know what anyone was saying and, once the fighting had stopped and the talking had begun, it was not worth while looking in the pool any longer.
next morning, while the hermit was indoors, the three of them discussed what they should do next.
"ive had enough of this," said hwin. "the hermit has been very good to us and im very much obliged to him im sure. but im getting as fat as a pet pony, eating all day and getting no exercise. lets go on to narnia.”
"oh not today, maam," said bree. "i wouldnt hurry things. some other day, dont you think?”
"we must see shasta first and say good-bye to him - and - and apologize," said aravis.
"exactly!" said bree with great enthusia【创建和谐家园】. "just what i was going to say.”
"oh, of course," said hwin. "i expect he is in anvard. naturally wed look in on him and say good-bye. but thats on our way. and why shouldnt we start at once? after all, i thought it was narnia we all wanted to get to?”
"i suppose so," said aravis. she was beginning to wonder what exactly she would do when she got there and was feeling a little lonely.
"of course, of course," said bree hastily. "but theres no need to rush things, if you know what i mean.”
"no, i dont know what you mean," said hwin. "why dont you want to go?”
"m-m-m, broo-hoo," muttered bree. "well, dont you see, maam - its an important occasion - returning to ones country - entering society - the best society - it is so essential to make a good impression - not perhaps looking quite ourselves, yet, eh?”
hwin broke out into a horse-laugh. "its your tail, bree! i see it all now. you want to wait till your tails grown again! and we dont even know if tails are worn long in narnia.
really, bree, youre as vain as that tarkheena in tashbaan!”
"you are silly, bree," said aravis.
"by the lions mane, tarkheena, im nothing of the sort," said bree indignantly. "i have a proper respect for myself and for my fellow horses, thats all.”
"bree," said aravis, who was not very interested in the cut of his tail, "ive been wanting to ask you something for a long time. why do you keep on swearing by the lion and by the lions mane? i thought you hated lions.”
"so i do," answered bree. "but when i speak of the lion of course i mean aslan, the great deliverer of narnia who drove away the witch and the winter. all narnians swear by him.”
"but is he a lion?”
"no, no, of course not," said bree in a rather shocked voice.
"all the stories about him in tashbaan say he is," replied aravis. "and if he isnt a lion why do you call him a lion?”
"well, youd hardly understand that at your age," said bree. "and i was only a little foal when i left so i dont quite fully understand it myself.”
(bree was standing with his back to the green wall while he said this, and the other two were facing him. he was talking in rather a superior tone with his eyes half shut; that was why he didnt see the changed expression in the faces of hwin and aravis. they had good reason to have open mouths and staring eyes; because while bree spoke they saw an enormous lion leap up from outside and balance itself on the top of the green wall; only it was a brighter yellow and it was bigger and more beautiful and more alarming than any lion they had ever seen. and at once it jumped down inside the wall and began approaching bree from behind. it made no noise at all. and hwin and aravis couldnt make any noise themselves, no more than if they were frozen.)
"no doubt," continued bree, "when they speak of him as a lion they only mean hes as strong as a lion or (to our enemies, of course) as fierce as a lion. or something of that kind. even a little girl like you, aravis, must see that it would be quite absurd to suppose he is a real lion. indeed it would be disrespectful. if he was a lion hed have to be a beast just like the rest of us. why!" (and here bree began to laugh) "if he was a lion hed have four paws, and a tail, and whiskers! . . . aie, ooh, hoo-hoo! help!”
for just as he said the word whiskers one of aslans had actually tickled his ear. bree shot away like an arrow to the other side of the enclosure and there turned; the wall was too high for him to jump and he could fly no farther. aravis and hwin both started back.
there was about a second of intense silence.
then hwin, though shaking all over, gave a strange little neigh, and trotted across to the lion.
"please," she said, "youre so beautiful. you may eat me if you like. id sooner be eaten by you than fed by anyone else.”
"dearest daughter," said aslan, planting a lions kiss on her twitching, velvet nose, "i knew you would not be long in coming to me. joy shall be yours.”
then he lifted his head and spoke in a louder voice.
"now, bree," he said, "you poor, proud frightened horse, draw near. nearer still, my son.
do not dare not to dare. touch me. 【创建和谐家园】ell me. here are my paws, here is my tail, these are my whiskers. i am a true beast.”
"aslan," said bree in a shaken voice, "im afraid i must be rather a fool.”
"happy the horse who knows that while he is still young. or the human either. draw near, aravis my daughter. see! my paws are velveted. you will not be torn this time.”
"this time, sir?" said aravis.
"it was i who wounded you," said aslan. "i am the only lion you met in all your journeyings. do you know why i tore you?”
"no, sir.”
"the scratches on your back, tear for tear, throb for throb, blood for blood, were equal to the stripes laid on the back of your stepmothers slave because of the drugged sleep you cast upon her. you needed to know what it felt like.”
"yes, sir. please-”
"ask on, my dear," said aslan.
"will any more harm come to her by what i did?”
"child," said the lion, "i am telling you your story, not hers. no one is told any story but their own." then he shook his head and spoke in a lighter voice.
"be merry, little ones," he said. "we shall meet soon again. but before that you will have another visitor." then in one bound he reached the top of the wall and vanished from their sight.
strange to say, they felt no inclination to talk to one another about him after he had gone.
they all moved slowly away to different parts of the quiet grass and there paced to and fro, each alone, thinking.
about half an hour later the two horses were summoned to the back of the house to eat something nice that the hermit had got ready for them and aravis, still walking and thinking, was startled by the harsh sound of a trumpet outside the gate.
"who is there?" asked aravis.
"his royal highness prince cor of archenland," said a voice from outside.
aravis undid the door and opened it, drawing back a little way to let the strangers in.
two soldiers with halberds came first and took their stand at each side of the entry. then followed a herald, and the trumpeter.
"his royal highness prince cor of archenland desires an audience of the lady aravis,”
said the herald. then he and the trumpeter drew aside and bowed and the soldiers saluted and the prince himself came in. all his attendants withdrew and closed the gate behind them.
the prince bowed, and a very clumsy bow for a prince it was. aravis curtsied in the calormene style (which is not at all like ours) and did it very well because, of course, she had been taught how. then she looked up and saw what sort of person this prince was.
she saw a mere boy. he was bare-headed and his fair hair was encircled with a very thin band of gold, hardly thicker than a wire. his upper tunic was of white cambric, as fine as a handkerchief, so that the bright red tunic beneath it showed through. his left hand, which rested on his enamelled sword hilt, was bandaged.
aravis looked twice at his face before she gasped and said, "why! its shasta!”