NOWbeganthehappiesttimesthatCaspianhadeverknown.OnafinesummermorningwhenthedewlayonthegrasshesetoffwiththeBadgerandthetwoDwarfs,upthroughtheforesttoahighsaddleinthemountainsanddownontotheirsunnysouthernslopeswhereonelookedacrossthegreenwoldsofArchenland.
“WewillgofirsttotheThreeBulgyBears,”saidTrumpkin.
Theycameinagladetoanoldhollowoaktreecoveredwithmoss,andTrufflehuntertappedwithhispawthreetimesonthetrunkandtherewasnoanswer.Thenhetappedagainandawoollysortofvoicefrominsidesaid,“Goaway.It’snottimetogetupyet.”Butwhenhetappedthethirdtimetherewasanoiselikeasmallearthquakefrominsideandasortofdooropenedandoutcamethreebrownbears,verybulgyindeedandblinkingtheirlittleeyes.Andwheneverythinghadbeenexplainedtothem(whichtookalongtimebecausetheyweresosleepy)theysaid,justasTrufflehunterhadsaid,thatasonofAdamoughttobeKingofNarniaandallkissedCaspian—verywet,snufflykissestheywere—andofferedhimsomehoney.Caspiandidnotreallywanthoney,withoutbread,atthattimeinthemorning,buthethoughtitpolitetoaccept.Ittookhimalongtimeafterwardstogetunsticky.
AfterthattheywentontilltheycameamongtallbeechtreesandTrufflehuntercalledout,“Pattertwig!Pattertwig!Pattertwig!”andalmostatonce,boundingdownfrombranchtobranchtillhewasjustabovetheirheads,camethemostmagnificentredsquirrelthatCaspianhadeverseen.Hewasfarbiggerthantheordinarydumbsquirrelswhichhehadsometimesseeninthecastlegardens;indeedhewasnearlythesizeofaterrierandthemomentyoulookedinhisfaceyousawthathecouldtalk.Indeedthedifficultywastogethimtostoptalking,for,likeallsquirrels,hewasachatterer.HewelcomedCaspianatonceandaskedifhewouldlikeanutandCaspiansaidthanks,hewould.ButasPattertwigwentboundingawaytofetchit,TrufflehunterwhisperedinCaspian’sear,“Don’tlook.Looktheotherway.It’sverybadmannersamongsquirrelstowatchanyonegoingtohisstoreortolookasifyouwantedtoknowwhereitwas.”ThenPattertwigcamebackwiththenutandCaspianateitandafterthatPattertwigaskedifhecouldtakeanymessagestootherfriends.“ForIcangonearlyeverywherewithoutsettingfoottoground,”hesaid.TrufflehunterandtheDwarfsthoughtthisaverygoodideaandgavePattertwigmessagestoallsortsofpeoplewithqueernamestellingthemalltocometoafeastandcouncilonDancingLawnatmidnightthreenightsahead.“Andyou’dbettertellthethreeBulgiestoo,”addedTrumpkin.“Weforgottomentionittothem.”
TheirnextvisitwastotheSevenBrothersofShudderingWood.Trumpkinledthewaybacktothesaddleandthendowneastwardonthenorthernslopeofthemountainstilltheycametoaverysolemnplaceamongrocksandfirtrees.TheywentveryquietlyandpresentlyCaspiancouldfeelthegroundshakeunderhisfeetasifsomeonewerehammeringdownbelow.Trumpkinwenttoaflatstoneaboutthesizeofthetopofawater-butt,andstampedonitwithhisfoot.Afteralongpauseitwasmovedawaybysomeoneorsomethingunderneath,andtherewasadark,roundholewithagooddealofheatandsteamcomingoutofitandinthemiddleoftheholetheheadofaDwarfverylikeTrumpkinhimself.TherewasalongtalkhereandtheDwarfseemedmoresuspiciousthantheSquirrelortheBulgyBearshadbeen,butintheendthewholepartywereinvitedtocomedown.Caspianfoundhimselfdescendingadarkstairwayintotheearth,butwhenhecametothebottomhesawfirelight.Itwasthelightofafurnace.Thewholeplacewasasmithy.Asubterraneanstreamranpastononesideofit.TwoDwarfswereatthebellows,anotherwasholdingapieceofred-hotmetalontheanvilwithapairoftongs,afourthwashammeringit,andtwo,wipingtheirhornylittlehandsonagreasycloth,werecomingforwardtomeetthevisitors.IttooksometimetosatisfythemthatCaspianwasafriendandnotanenemy,butwhentheydid,theyallcried—“LonglivetheKing,”andtheirgiftswerenoble—mailshirtsandhelmetsandswordsforCaspianandTrumpkinandNikabrik.TheBadgercouldhavehadthesameifhehadliked,buthesaidhewasabeast,hewas,andifhisclawsandteethcouldnotkeephisskinwhole,itwasn’tworthkeeping.TheworkmanshipofthearmswasfarfinerthananyCaspianhadeverseen,andhegladlyacceptedtheDwarf-madeswordinsteadofhisown,whichlooked,incomparison,asfeebleasatoyandasclumsyasastick.Thesevenbrothers(whowereallRedDwarfs)promisedtocometothefeastatDancingLawn。
Alittlefartheron,inadry,rockyravinetheyreachedthecaveoffiveBlackDwarfs.TheylookedsuspiciouslyatCaspian,butintheendtheeldestofthemsaid,“IfheisagainstMiraz,we’llhavehimforKing.”Andthenextoldestsaid,“Shallwegofartherupforyou,uptothecrags?There’sanOgreortwoandaHagthatwecouldintroduceyouto,upthere.”
“Certainlynot,”saidCaspian.
“Ishouldthinknot,indeed,”saidTrufflehunter.“Wewantnoneofthatsortonourside.”Nikabrikdisagreedwiththis,butTrumpkinandtheBadgeroverruledhim.ItgaveCaspianashocktorealizethatthehorriblecreaturesoutoftheoldstories,aswellastheniceones,hadsomedescendantsinNarniastill.
“WeshouldnothaveAslanforfriendifwebroughtinthatrabble,”saidTrufflehunterastheycameawayfromthecaveoftheBlackDwarfs.
“Oh,Aslan!”saidTrumpkin,cheerilybutcontemptuously。
“Whatmattersmuchmoreisthatyouwouldn’thaveme.”
“DoyoubelieveinAslan?”saidCaspiantoNikabrik.
“I’llbelieveinanyoneoranything,”saidNikabrik,“that’llbatterthesecursedTelmarinebarbarianstopiecesordrivethemoutofNarnia.Anyoneoranything,AslanortheWhiteWitch,doyouunderstand?”
“Silence,silence,”saidTrufflehunter.“Youdonotknowwhatyouaresaying.ShewasaworseenemythanMirazandallhisrace.”
“NottoDwarfs,shewasn’t,”saidNikabrik.
Theirnextvisitwasapleasanterone.Astheycamelowerdown,themountainsopenedoutintoagreatglenorwoodedgorgewithaswiftriverrunningatthebottom.Theopenplacesneartheriver’sedgewereamassoffoxglovesandwildrosesandtheairwasbuzzingwithbees.HereTrufflehuntercalledagain,“Glenstorm!Glenstorm!”andafterapauseCaspianheardthesoundofhoofs.Itgrewloudertillthevalleytrembledandatlast,breakingandtramplingthethickets,therecameinsightthenoblestcreaturesthatCaspianhadyetseen,thegreatCentaurGlenstormandhisthreesons.Hisflankswereglossychestnutandthebeardthatcoveredhisbroadchestwasgolden-red.Hewasaprophetandastar-gazerandknewwhattheyhadcomeabout.
“LonglivetheKing,”hecried.“Iandmysonsarereadyforwar.Whenisthebattletobejoined?”
UptillnowneitherCaspiannortheothershadreallybeenthinkingofawar.Theyhadsomevagueidea,perhaps,ofanoccasionalraidonsomeHumanfarmsteadorofattackingapartyofhunters,ifitventuredtoofarintothesesouthernwilds.But,inthemain,theyhadthoughtonlyoflivingtothemselvesinwoodsandcavesandbuildingupanattemptatOldNarniainhiding.AssoonasGlenstormhadspokeneveryonefeltmuchmoreserious.
“DoyoumeanarealwartodriveMirazoutofNarnia?”askedCaspian。
“Whatelse?”saidtheCentaur.“WhyelsedoesyourMajestygocladinmailandgirtwithsword?”
“Isitpossible,Glenstorm?”saidtheBadger.
“Thetimeisripe,”saidGlenstorm.“Iwatchtheskies,Badger,foritisminetowatch,asitisyourstoremember.TarvaandAlambilhavemetinthehallsofhighheaven,andonearthasonofAdamhasoncemorearisentoruleandnamethecreatures.Thehourhasstruck.OurcouncilattheDancingLawnmustbeacouncilofwar.”HespokeinsuchavoicethatneitherCaspiannortheothershesitatedforamoment:itnowseemedtothemquitepossiblethattheymightwinawarandquitecertainthattheymustwageone.
Asitwasnowpastthemiddleoftheday,theyrestedwiththeCentaursandatesuchfoodasthecentaursprovided—cakesofoatenmeal,andapples,andherbs,andwine,andcheese.
Thenextplacetheyweretovisitwasquitenearathand,buttheyhadtogoalongwayroundinordertoavoidaregioninwhichMenlived.Itwaswellintotheafternoonbeforetheyfoundthemselvesinlevelfields,warmbetweenhedgerows.ThereTrufflehuntercalledatthemouthofalittleholeinagreenbankandoutpoppedthelastthingCaspianexpected—aTalkingMouse.Hewasofcoursebiggerthanacommonmouse,welloverafoothighwhenhestoodonhishindlegs,andwithearsnearlyaslongas(thoughbroaderthan)arabbit’s.HisnamewasReepicheepandhewasagayandmartialmouse.Heworeatinylittlerapierathissideandtwirledhislongwhiskersasiftheywereamoustache.“Therearetwelveofus,Sire,”hesaidwithadashingandgracefulbow,“andIplacealltheresourcesofmypeopleunreservedlyatyourMajesty’sdisposal.”Caspiantriedhard(andsuccessfully)nottolaugh,buthecouldn’thelpthinkingthatReepicheepandallhispeoplecouldveryeasilybeputinawashingbasketandcarriedhomeonone’sback.
ItwouldtaketoolongtomentionallthecreatureswhomCaspianmetthatday—ClodsleyShoveltheMole,thethreeHardbiters(whowerebadgerslikeTrufflehunter),CamillotheHare,andHogglestocktheHedgehog.Theyrestedatlastbesideawellattheedgeofawideandlevelcircleofgrass,borderedwithtallelmswhichnowthrewlongshadowsacrossit,forthesunwassetting,thedaisiesclosing,andtherooksflyinghometobed.HeretheysuppedonfoodtheyhadbroughtwiththemandTrumpkinlithispipe(Nikabrikwasnotasmoker).
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