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chater eight hw they left the ind（第1页）
“ANDso，”saidTrumpkin（for，asyouhaverealized，itwashewhohadbeentellingallthisstorytothefourchildren，sittingonthegrassintheruinedhallofCairParavel）—“andsoIputacrustortwoinmypocket，leftbehindallweaponsbutmydagger，andtooktothewoodsinthegreyofthemorning．I’dbeenpluggingawayformanyhourswhentherecameasoundthatI’dneverheardthelikeofinmyborndays．Eh，Iwon’tforgetthat．Thewholeairwasfullofit，loudasthunderbutfarlonger，coolandsweetasmusicoverwater，butstrongenoughtoshakethewoods．AndIsaidtomyself，‘Ifthat’snottheHorn，callmearabbit．’AndamomentlaterIwonderedwhyhehadn’tblownitsooner—”
“Whattimewasit？”askedEdmund．
“Betweennineandtenoftheclock，”saidTrumpkin．
“Justwhenwewereattherailwaystation！”saidallthechildren，andlookedatoneanotherwithshiningeyes．
“Pleasegoon，”saidLucytotheDwarf．
Icouldpelt．Ikeptonallnight—andthen，whenitwashalflightthismorning，asifI’dnomoresensethanaGiant，Iriskedashortcutacrossopencountrytocutoffabigloopoftheriver，andwascaught．Notbythearmy，butbyapompousoldfoolwhohaschargeofalittlecastlewhichisMiraz’slaststrongholdtowardsthecoast．Ineedn’ttellyoutheygotnotruetaleoutofme，butIwasaDwarfandthatwasenough．But，lobstersandlollipops！itisagoodthingtheseneschalwasapompousfool．Anyoneelsewouldhaverunmethroughthereandthen．Butnothingwoulddoforhimshortofagrandexecution:sendingmedown‘totheghosts’inthefullceremonialway．Andthenthisyounglady”，（henoddedatSusan）“doesherbitofarchery—anditwasprettyshooting，letmetellyou—andhereweare．Andwithoutmyarmour，forofcoursetheytookthat．”Heknockedoutandrefilledhispipe．
“GreatScott！”saidPeter．“Soitwasthehorn—yourownhorn，Su—thatdraggedusalloffthatseatontheplatformyesterdaymorning！Icanhardlybelieveit;yetitallfitsin．”
“Idon’tknowwhyyoushouldn’tbelieveit，”saidLucy，“ifyoubelieveinmagicatall．Aren’ttherelotsofstoriesaboutmagicforcingpeopleoutofoneplace—outofoneworld—intoanother？Imean，whenamagicianinTheArabianNightscallsupaJinn，ithastocome．Wehadtocome，justlikethat．”
“Yes，”saidPeter，“Isupposewhatmakesitfeelsoqueeristhatinthestoriesit’salwayssomeoneinourworldwhodoesthecalling．Onedoesn’treallythinkaboutwheretheJinn’scomingfrom．”
“AndnowweknowwhatitfeelslikefortheJinn，”saidEdmundwithachuckle．“Golly！It’sabituncomfortabletoknowthatwecanbewhistledforlikethat．It’sworsethanwhatFathersaysaboutlivingatthemercyofthetelephone．”
“Butwewanttobehere，don’twe，”saidLucy，“ifAslanwantsus？”
“Meanwhile，”saidtheDwarf，“whatarewetodo？Isuppose
I’dbettergobacktoKingCaspianandtellhimnohelphascome．”
“Nohelp？”saidSusan．“Butithasworked．Andhereweare．”
“Um—um—yes，tobesure．Iseethat，”saidtheDwarf，whosepipeseemedtobeblocked（atanyratehemadehimselfverybusycleaningit）．“But—well—Imean—”
“Butdon’tyouyetseewhoweare？”shoutedLucy．“Youarestupid．”
“Isupposeyouarethefourchildrenoutoftheoldstories，”saidTrumpkin．AndI’mverygladtomeetyouofcourse．Andit’sveryinteresting，nodoubt．But—nooffence？—andhehesitatedagain。
“Dogetonandsaywhateveryou’regoingtosay，”saidEdmund。
“Well，then—nooffence，”saidTrumpkin．“But，youknow，theKingandTrufflehunterandDoctorCorneliuswereexpecting—well，ifyouseewhatImean，help．Toputitinanotherway，Ithinkthey’dbeenimaginingyouasgreatwarriors．Asitis—we’reawfullyfondofchildrenandallthat，butjustatthemoment，inthemiddleofawar—butI’msureyouunderstand．”
“Youmeanyouthinkwe’renogood，”saidEdmund，gettingredintheface．
“Nowpraydon’tbeoffended，”interruptedtheDwarf．“Iassureyou，mydearlittlefriends—”
“Littlefromyouisreallyabittoomuch，”saidEdmund，jumpingup．“Isupposeyoudon’tbelievewewontheBattleofBeruna？Well，youcansaywhatyoulikeaboutmebecauseIknow—”
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