波波小说>纳尼亚传奇1狮子 > chater ne cy lk t a wardrbe（第1页）
chater ne cy lk t a wardrbe（第1页）
ONCEtherewerefourchildrenwhosenameswerePeter，Susan，EdmundandLucy．ThisstoryisaboutsomethingthathappenedtothemwhentheyweresentawayfromLondonduringthewarbecauseoftheair-raids．TheyweresenttothehouseofanoldProfessorwholivedintheheartofthecountry，tenmilesfromthenearestrailwaystationandtwomilesfromthenearestpostoffice．HehadnowifeandhelivedinaverylargehousewithahousekeepercalledMrs。Macreadyandthreeservants。（TheirnameswereIvy，MargaretandBetty，buttheydonotcomeintothestorymuch。）Hehimselfwasaveryoldmanwithshaggywhitehairwhichgrewovermostofhisfaceaswellasonhishead，andtheylikedhimalmostatonce；butonthefirsteveningwhenhecameouttomeetthematthefrontdoorhewassoodd-lookingthatLucy（whowastheyoungest）wasalittleafraidofhim，andEdmund（whowasthenextyoungest）wantedtolaughandhadtokeeponpretendinghewasblowinghisnosetohideit．
AssoonastheyhadsaidgoodnighttotheProfessorandgoneupstairsonthefirstnight，theboyscameintothegirls’roomandtheyalltalkeditover．
“We’vefallenonourfeetandnomistake，”saidPeter．“Thisisgoingtobeperfectlysplendid．Thatoldchapwillletusdoanythingwelike．”
“Ithinkhe’sanolddear，”saidSusan．
“Oh，comeoffit！”saidEdmund，whowastiredandpretendingnottobetired，whichalwaysmadehimbad-tempered。“Don’tgoontalkinglikethat．”
“Likewhat？”saidSusan；“andanyway，it’stimeyouwereinbed．”
“TryingtotalklikeMother，”saidEdmund．“AndwhoareyoutosaywhenI’mtogotobed？Gotobedyourself．”
“Hadn’tweallbettergotobed？”saidLucy．“There’ssuretobearowifwe’reheardtalkinghere．”
“Notherewon’t，”saidPeter．“Itellyouthisisthesortofhousewherenoone’sgoingtomindwhatwedo．Anyway，theywon’thearus．It’sabouttenminutes’walkfromheredowntothatdining-room，andanyamountofstairsandpassagesinbetween．”
“What’sthatnoise？”saidLucysuddenly．Itwasafarlargerhousethanshehadeverbeeninbeforeandthethoughtofallthoselongpassagesandrowsofdoorsleadingintoemptyroomswasbeginningtomakeherfeelalittlecreepy．
“It’sonlyabird，silly，”saidEdmund．
“It’sanowl，”saidPeter．“Thisisgoingtobeawonderfulplaceforbirds．Ishallgotobednow．Isay，let’sgoandexploretomorrow．Youmightfindanythinginaplacelikethis．Didyouseethosemountainsaswecamealong？Andthewoods？Theremightbeeagles．Theremightbestags．There’llbehawks．”
“Badgers！”saidLucy．
“Foxes！”saidEdmund．
“Rabbits！”saidSusan．
Butwhennextmorningcametherewasasteadyrainfalling，sothickthatwhenyoulookedoutofthewindowyoucouldseeneitherthemountainsnorthewoodsnoreventhestreaminthegarden．
“Ofcourseitwouldberaining！”saidEdmund．TheyhadjustfinishedtheirbreakfastwiththeProfessorandwereupstairsintheroomhehadsetapartforthem-along，lowroomwithtwowindowslookingoutinonedirectionandtwoinanother．
“Dostopgrumbling，Ed，”saidSusan。“Tentooneit’llclearupinanhourorso．Andinthemeantimewe’reprettywelloff．There’sawirelessandlotsofbooks．”
“Notforme”saidPeter；“I’mgoingtoexploreinthehouse．”
Everyoneagreedtothisandthatwashowtheadventuresbegan。Itwasthesortofhousethatyouneverseemtocometotheendof，anditwasfullofunexpectedplaces．Thefirstfewdoorstheytriedledonlyintosparebedrooms，aseveryonehadexpectedthattheywould；butsoontheycametoaverylongroomfullofpicturesandtheretheyfoundasuitofarmour；andafterthatwasaroomallhungwithgreen，withaharpinonecorner；andthencamethreestepsdownandfivestepsup，andthenakindoflittleupstairshallandadoorthatledoutontoabalcony，andthenawholeseriesofroomsthatledintoeachotherandwerelinedwithbooks-mostofthemveryoldbooksandsomebiggerthanaBibleinachurch．Andshortlyafterthattheylookedintoaroomthatwasquiteemptyexceptforonebigwardrobe；thesortthathasalooking-glassinthedoor．Therewasnothingelseintheroomatallexceptadeadblue-bottleonthewindow-sill．
“Nothingthere！”saidPeter，andtheyalltroopedoutagain-allexceptLucy．Shestayedbehindbecauseshethoughtitwouldbeworthwhiletryingthedoorofthewardrobe，eventhoughshefeltalmostsurethatitwouldbelocked．Tohersurpriseitopenedquiteeasily，andtwomoth-ballsdroppedout．
Lookingintotheinside，shesawseveralcoatshangingup-mostlylongfurcoats．TherewasnothingLucylikedsomuchasthesmellandfeeloffur．Sheimmediatelysteppedintothewardrobeandgotinamongthecoatsandrubbedherfaceagainstthem，leavingthedooropen，ofcourse，becausesheknewthatitisveryfoolishtoshutoneselfintoanywardrobe．Soonshewentfurtherinandfoundthattherewasasecondrowofcoatshangingupbehindthefirstone．Itwasalmostquitedarkinthereandshekeptherarmsstretchedoutinfrontofhersoasnottobumpherfaceintothebackofthewardrobe．Shetookastepfurtherin-thentwoorthreesteps—alwaysexpectingtofeelwoodworkagainstthetipsofherfingers．Butshecouldnotfeelit．
“Thismustbeasimplyenormouswardrobe！”thoughtLucy，goingstillfurtherinandpushingthesoftfoldsofthecoatsasidetomakeroomforher．Thenshenoticedthattherewassomethingcrunchingunderherfeet．“Iwonderisthatmoremothballs？”shethought，stoopingdowntofeelitwithherhand。Butinsteadoffeelingthehard，smoothwoodofthefloorofthewardrobe，shefeltsomethingsoftandpowderyandextremelycold。“Thisisveryqueer，”shesaid，andwentonasteportwofurther。
Nextmomentshefoundthatwhatwasrubbingagainstherfaceandhandswasnolongersoftfurbutsomethinghardandroughandevenprickly．“Why，itisjustlikebranchesoftrees！”exclaimedLucy．Andthenshesawthattherewasalightaheadofher；notafewinchesawaywherethebackofthewardrobeoughttohavebeen，butalongwayoff．Somethingcoldandsoftwasfallingonher．Amomentlatershefoundthatshewasstandinginthemiddleofawoodatnight-timewithsnowunderherfeetandsnowflakesfallingthroughtheair．
Lucyfeltalittlefrightened，butshefeltveryinquisitiveandexcitedaswell．Shelookedbackoverhershoulderandthere，betweenthedarktree—trunks；shecouldstillseetheopendoorwayofthewardrobeandevencatchaglimpseoftheemptyroomfromwhichshehadsetout。（Shehad，ofcourse，leftthedooropen，forsheknewthatitisaverysillythingtoshutoneselfintoawardrobe。）Itseemedtobestilldaylightthere．“Icanalwaysgetbackifanythinggoeswrong，”thoughtLucy．Shebegantowalkforward，crunch-crunchoverthesnowandthroughthewoodtowardstheotherlight．Inabouttenminutesshereacheditandfounditwasalamp-post．Asshestoodlookingatit，wonderingwhytherewasalamp-postinthemiddleofawoodandwonderingwhattodonext，sheheardapitterpatteroffeetcomingtowardsher．Andsoonafterthataverystrangepersonsteppedoutfromamongthetreesintothelightofthelamp-post．
HewasonlyalittletallerthanLucyherselfandhecarriedoverhisheadanumbrella，whitewithsnow．Fromthewaistupwardshewaslikeaman，buthislegswereshapedlikeagoat’s（thehaironthemwasglossyblack）andinsteadoffeethehadgoat’shoofs．Healsohadatail，butLucydidnotnoticethisatfirstbecauseitwasneatlycaughtupoverthearmthatheldtheumbrellasoastokeepitfromtrailinginthesnow．Hehadaredwoollenmufflerroundhisneckandhisskinwasratherreddishtoo．Hehadastrange，butpleasantlittleface，withashortpointedbeardandcurlyhair，andoutofthehairtherestucktwohorns，oneoneachsideofhisforehead．Oneofhishands，asIhavesaid，heldtheumbrella：intheotherarmhecarriedseveralbrown-paperparcels。WhatwiththeparcelsandthesnowitlookedjustasifhehadbeendoinghisChristmasshopping．HewasaFaun．AndwhenhesawLucyhegavesuchastartofsurprisethathedroppedallhisparcels。
“Goodnessgraciousme！”exclaimedtheFaun．
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