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chater ix the ele that lived hidg（第1页）
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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