THE HERMIT1 OF THE SOUTHERN MARCH
AFTER they had ridden for several hours down the valley, it widened out and they could see what was ahead of them. The river which they had been following here joined a broader river, wide and turbulent, which flowed from their left to their right, towards the east. Beyond this new river a delightful2 country rose gently in low hills, ridge3 beyond ridge, to the Northern Mountains themselves. To the right there were rocky pinnacles4, one or two of them with snow clinging to the ledges5. To the left, pine-clad slopes, frowning cliffs, narrow gorges6, and blue peaks stretched away as far as the eye could reach. He could no longer make out Mount Pire. Straight ahead the mountain range sank to a wooded saddle which of course must be the pass from Archenland into Narnia.
"Broo-hoo-hoo, the North, the green North!" neighed Bree: and certainly the lower hills looked greener and fresher than anything that Aravis and Shasta, with their southern-bred eyes, had ever imagined. Spirits rose as they clattered7 down to the water's-meet of the two rivers.
The eastern-flowing river, which was pouring from the higher mountains at the western end of the range, was far too swift and too broken with rapids for them to think of swimming it; but after some casting about, up and down the bank, they found a place shallow enough to wade9. The roar and clatter8 of water, the great swirl10 against the horses' fetlocks, the cool, stirring air and the darting11 dragon-flies, filled Shasta with a strange excitement.
"Friends, we are in Archenland!" said Bree proudly as he splashed and churned his way out on the Northern bank. "I think that river we've just crossed is called the Winding12 Arrow."
"I hope we're in time," murmured Hwin.
Then they began going up, slowly and zigzagging13 a good deal, for the hills were steep. It was all open park-like country with no roads or houses in sight. Scattered14 trees, never thick enough to be a forest, were everywhere. Shasta, who had lived all his life in an almost tree-less grassland15, had never seen so many or so many kinds. If you had been there you would probably have known (he didn't) that he was seeing oaks, beeches16, silver birches, rowans, and sweet chestnuts17. Rabbits scurried18 away in every direction as they advanced, and presently they saw a whole herd19 of fallow deer making off among the trees.
"Isn't it simply glorious!" said Aravis.
At the first ridge Shasta turned in the saddle and looked back. There was no sign of Tashbaan; the desert, unbroken except by the narrow green crack which they had travelled down, spread to the horizon.
"Hullo!" he said suddenly. "What's that!"
"What's what?" said Bree, turning round. Hwin and Aravis did the same.
"That," said Shasta, pointing. "It looks like smoke. Is it a fire?"
"Sand-storm, I should say," said Bree.
"Not much wind to raise it," said Aravis.
"Oh!" exclaimed Hwin. "Look! There are things flashing in it. Look! They're helmets - and armour20. And it's moving: moving this way."
"By Tash!" said Aravis. "It's the army. It's Rabadash."
"Oh course it is," said Hwin. "Just what I was afraid of. Quick! We must get to Anvard before it." And without another word she whisked round and began galloping22 North. Bree tossed his head and did the same.
"Come on, Bree, come on," yelled Aravis over her shoulder.
The race was very gruelling for the Horses. As they topped each ridge they found another valley and another ridge beyond it; and though they knew they were going in more or less the right direction, no one knew how far it was to Anvard. From the top of the second ridge Shasta looked back again. Instead of a dust-cloud well out in the desert he now saw a black, moving mass, rather like ants, on the far bank of the Winding Arrow. They were doubtless looking for a ford23.
"They're on the river!" he yelled wildly.
"Quick! Quick!" shouted Aravis. "We might as well not have come at all if we don't reach Anvard in time. Gallop21, Bree, gallop. Remember you're a war-horse."
It was all Shasta could do to prevent himself from shouting out similar instructions; but he thought, "The poor chap's doing all he can already," and held his tongue. And certainly both Horses were doing, if not all they could, all they thought they could; which is not quite the same thing. Bree had caught up with Hwin and they thundered side by side over the turf. It didn't look as if Hwin could possibly keep it up much longer.
At that moment everyone's feelings were completely altered by a sound from behind. It was not the sound they had been expecting to hear - the noise of hoofs25 and jingling26 armour, mixed, perhaps, with Calormene battle-cries. Yet Shasta knew it at once. It was the same snarling27 roar he had heard that moonlit night when they first met Aravis and Hwin. Bree knew it too. His eyes gleamed red and his ears lay flat back on his skull28. And Bree now discovered that he had not really been going as fast - not quite as fast - as he could. Shasta felt the change at once. Now they were really going all out. In a few seconds they were well ahead of Hwin.
"It's not fair," thought Shasta. "I did think we'd be safe from lions here!"
He looked over his shoulder. Everything was only too clear. A huge tawny29 creature, its body low to the ground, like a cat streaking30 across the lawn to a tree when a strange dog has got into the garden, was behind them. And it was nearer every second and half second.
He looked forward again and saw something which he did not take in, or even think about. Their way was barred by a smooth green wall about ten feet high. In the middle of that wall there was a gate, open. In the middle of the gateway31 stood a tall man dressed, down to his bare feet, in a robe coloured like autumn leaves, leaning on a straight staff. His beard fell almost to his knees.
Shasta saw all this in a glance and looked back again. The lion had almost got Hwin now. It was making snaps at her hind24 legs, and there was no hope now in her foamflecked, wide-eyed face.
"Stop," bellowed32 Shasta in Bree's ear. "Must go back. Must help!"
Bree always said afterwards that he never heard, or never understood this; and as he was in general a very truthful33 horse we must accept his word.
Shasta slipped his feet out of the stirrups, slid both his legs over the left side, hesitated for one hideous34 hundredth of a second, and jumped. It hurt horribly and nearly winded him; but before he knew how it hurt him he was staggering back to help Aravis. He had never done anything like this in his life before and hardly knew why he was doing it now.
One of the most terrible noises in the world, a horse's scream, broke from Hwin's lips. Aravis was stooping low over Hwin's neck and seemed to be trying to draw her sword. And now all three - Aravis, Hwin, and the lion were almost on top of Shasta. Before they reached him the lion rose on its hind legs, larger than you would have believed a lion could be, and jabbed at Aravis with its right paw. Shasta could see all the terrible claws extended. Aravis screamed and reeled in the saddle. The lion was tearing her shoulders. Shasta, half mad with horror, managed to lurch35 towards the brute36. He had no weapon, not even a stick or a stone. He shouted out, idiotically, at the lion as one would at a dog. "Go home! Go home!" For a fraction of a second he was staring right into its wideopened, raging mouth. Then, to his utter astonishment37, the lion, still on its hind legs, checked itself suddenly, turned head over heels, picked itself up, and rushed away.
Shasta did not for a moment suppose it had gone for good. He turned and raced for the gate in the green wall which, now for the first time, he remembered seeing. Hwin, stumbling and nearly fainting, was just entering the gate: Aravis still kept her seat but her back was covered with blood.
"Come in, my daughter, come in," the robed and bearded man was saying, and then "Come in, my son" as Shasta panted up to him. He heard the gate closed behind him; and the bearded stranger was already helping38 Aravis off her horse.
They were in a wide and perfectly39 circular enclosure, protected by a high wall of green turf. A pool of perfectly still water, so full that the water was almost exactly level with the ground, lay before him. At one end of the pool, completely overshadowing it with its branches, there grew the hugest and most beautiful tree that Shasta had ever seen. Beyond the pool was a little low house of stone roofed with deep and ancient thatch40. There was a sound of bleating41 and over at the far side of the enclosure there were some goats. The level ground was completely covered with the finest grass.
"Are - are - are you," panted Shasta. "Are you King Lune of Archenland?"
The old man shook his head. "No," he replied in a quiet voice, "I am the Hermit of the Southern March. And now, my son, waste no time on questions, but obey. This damsel is wounded. Your horses are spent. Rabadash is at this moment finding a ford over the Winding Arrow. If you run now, without a moment's rest, you will still be in time to warn King Lune."
Shasta's heart fainted at these words for he felt he had no strength left. And he writhed42 inside at what seemed the cruelty and unfairness of the demand. He had not yet learned that if you do one good deed your reward usually is to be set to do another and harder and better one. But all he said out loud was:
"Where is the King?"
The Hermit turned and pointed43 with his staff. "Look," he said. "There is another gate, right opposite to the one you entered by. Open it and go straight ahead: always straight ahead, over level or steep, over smooth or rough, over dry or wet. I know by my art that you will find King Lune straight ahead. But run, run: always run."
Shasta nodded his head, ran to the northern gate and disappeared beyond it. Then the Hermit took Aravis, whom he had all this time been supporting with his left arm, and half led, half carried her into the house. After a long time he came out again.
"Now, cousins," he said to the Horses. "It is your turn."
Without waiting for an answer - and indeed they were too exhausted44 to speak - he took the bridles45 and saddles off both of them. Then he rubbed them both down, so well that a groom46 in a King's stable could not have done it better.
"There, cousins," he said, "dismiss it all from your minds and be comforted. Here is water and there is grass. You shall have a hot mash47 when I have milked my other cousins, the goats."
"Sir," said Hwin, finding her voice at last, "will the Tarkheena live? Has the lion killed her?"
"I who know many present things by my art," replied the Hermit with a smile, "have yet little knowledge of things future. Therefore I do not know whether any man or woman or beast in the whole world will be alive when the sun sets tonight. But be of good hope. The damsel is likely to live as long as any of her age."
When Aravis came to herself she found that she was lying on her face on a low bed of extraordinary softness in a cool, bare room with walls of undressed stone. She couldn't understand why she had been laid on her face; but when she tried to turn and felt the hot, burning pains all over her back, she remembered, and realized why. She couldn't understand what delightfully48 springy stuff the bed was made of, because it was made of heather (which is the best bedding) and heather was a thing she had never seen or heard of.
The door opened and the Hermit entered, carrying a large wooden bowl in his hand. After carefully setting this down, he came to the bedside, and asked:
"How do you find yourself, my daughter?"
"My back is very sore, father," said Aravis, "but there is nothing else wrong with me."
He knelt beside her, laid his hand on her forehead, and felt her pulse.
"There is no fever," he said. "You will do well. Indeed there is no reason why you should not get up tomorrow. But now, drink this."
He fetched the wooden bowl and held it to her lips. Aravis couldn't help making a face when she tasted it, for goats' milk is rather a shock when you are not used to it. But she was very thirsty and managed to drink it all and felt better when she had finished.
"Now, my daughter, you may sleep when you wish," said the Hermit. "For your wounds are washed and dressed and though they smart they are no more serious than if they had been the cuts of a whip. It must have been a very strange lion; for instead-of catching49 you out of the saddle and getting his teeth into you, he has only drawn50 his claws across your back. Ten scratches: sore, but not deep or dangerous."
"I say!" said Aravis. "I have had luck."
"Daughter," said the Hermit, "I have now lived a hundred and nine winters in this world and have never yet met any such thing as Luck. Them is something about all this that I do not understand: but if ever we need to know it, you may be sure that we shall."
"And what about Rabadash and his two hundred horse?" asked Aravis.
"They will not pass this way, I think," said the Hermit. "They must have found a ford by now well to the east of us. From there they will try to ride straight to Anvard."
"Poor Shasta!" said Aravis. "Has he far to go? Will he get there first?"
"There is good hope of it," said the old man.
Aravis lay down again (on her side this time) and said, "Have I been asleep for a long time? It seems to be getting dark."
The Hermit was looking out of the only window, which faced north. "This is not the darkness of night," he said presently. "The clouds are falling down from Stormness Head. Our foul51 weather always comes from there in these parts. There will be thick fog tonight."
Next day, except for her sore back, Aravis felt so well that after breakfast (which was porridge and cream) the Hermit said she could get up. And of course she at once went out to speak to the Horses. The weather had changed and the whole of that green enclosure was filled, like a great green cup, with sunlight. It was a very peaceful place, lonely and quiet.
Hwin at once trotted52 across to Aravis and gave her a horse-kiss.
"But where's Bree?" said Aravis when each had asked after the other's health and sleep.
"Over there," said Hwin, pointing with her nose to the far side of the circle. "And I wish you'd come and talk to him. There's something wrong, I can't get a word out of him."
They strolled across and found Bree lying with his face towards the wall, and though he must have heard them coming, he never turned his head or spoke53 a word.
"Good morning, Bree," said Aravis. "How are you this morning?"
Bree muttered something that no one could hear.
"The Hermit says that Shasta probably got to King Lune in time," continued Aravis, "so it looks as if all our troubles are over. Narnia, at last, Bree!"
"I shall never see Narnia," said Bree in a low voice.
"Aren't you well, Bree dear?" said Aravis.
Bree turned round at last, his face mournful as only a horse's can be.
"I shall go back to Calormen," he said.
"What?" said Aravis. "Back to slavery!"
"Yes," said Bree. "Slavery is all I'm fit for. How can I ever show my face among the free Horses of Narnia? - I who left a mare54 and a girl and a boy to be eaten by lions while I galloped55 all I could to save my own wretched skin!"
"We all ran as hard as we could," said Hwin.
"Shasta didn't!" snorted Bree. "At least he ran in the right direction: ran back. And that is what shames me most of all. I, who called myself a war-horse and boasted of a hundred fights, to be beaten by a little human boy - a child, a mere56 foal, who had never held a sword nor had any good nurture57 or example in his life!"
"I know," said Aravis. "I felt just the same. Shasta was marvellous. I'm just as bad as you, Bree. I've been snubbing him and looking down on him ever since you met us and now he turns out to be the best of us all. But I think it would be better to stay and say we're sorry than to go back to Calormen."
"It's all very well for you," said Bree. "You haven't disgraced yourself. But I've lost everything."
"My good Horse," said the Hermit, who had approached them unnoticed because his bare feet made so little noise on that sweet, dewy grass. "My good Horse, you've lost nothing but your self-conceit. No, no, cousin. Don't put back your ears and shake your mane at me. If you are really so humbled58 as you sounded a minute ago, you must learn to listen to sense. You're not quite the great Horse you had come to think, from living among poor dumb horses. Of course you were braver and cleverer than them. You could hardly help being that. It doesn't follow that you'll be anyone very special in Narnia. But as long as you know you're nobody special, you'll be a very decent sort of Horse, on the whole, and taking one thing with another. And now, if you and my other four-footed cousin will come round to the kitchen door we'll see about the other half of that mash."
十、南征隐士
他们在山谷里骑马驰骋了几个钟头之后，山谷豁然开阔，他们看得见前边的景物了。他们沿着它一路走过来的那条河流，在这儿跟一条更宽阔的汹涌大河相汇合，大河从他们的左边流向右边，往东奔腾而去。这新的大河后面，绵亘着一个美丽宜人的国度，山丘逐渐增高，山脊外还有山脊，直连接到北方群山。右边有几个塔状尖岩，其中两三个的突出部分还积着雪。左边是松树密布的山坡，颦眉蹙额的峭壁，狭窄的山谷，蔚蓝的山峰，一直伸展到极目可见之处。他们再也认不出皮尔峰了。在笔直的正前方，山脉凹了下去，形成一个林木森然的马鞍，这地方必定是由阿钦兰进入纳尼亚的关隘。
“布罗——嗬嗬，北方，绿色的北方。”布里嘶呜道。阿拉维斯和沙斯塔的眼睛都是在南方培养起来的，所以低矮小山显得比他们生平所想像的任何东西都更加苍翠、更加鲜嫩了。当他们哗啦哗啦走到两条河的交汇处时，他们来劲了。
向东流去的大河是从西端的高山上倾泻而下的，奔腾得太快，被湍滩打断之处太多，他们不敢游过去，在岸上来来回回几番焦急地寻找，终于找到一个浅浅的可以涉水而过的地方。哗啦哗啦的水声，冲在马蹄茸毛上的旋涡，清凉、动荡的空气，飞来飞去的蜻蜓，都使沙斯塔心里充满了新奇的激动之情。
“朋友们，咱们进入阿钦兰了！”布里溅泼着水、摇摇晃晃爬上北岸时，自豪地说道，”我想我们刚才渡过的河流叫做旋箭河。”
“我希望我们及时赶到了。”赫温喃喃说道。
于是他们开始攀登而上，走得很慢，曲曲折折，因为小山很陡。这是空旷的、公园似的乡野，看不见道路和房子。疏疏朗朗的树木到处都是，可总是没有密集到蔚然成林的。沙斯塔一向住在一个几乎没有树木的草原上，从未看见过这么多的树，这么多各种各样的树，如果你也在那儿，你就可能知道(他可不知道)，他正瞧见橡树、山毛棒、白桦、花楸、栗子树哩。他们前进时，野兔向四面八方乱窜，不久他们又看见一大群黄棕色黄占鹿从林木之间逃逸而去。
“这真是美丽极了！”阿拉维斯说。
走到第一个山脊上，沙斯塔在马鞍上转过身来回头望去，塔什班城已经无影无踪了；茫茫大沙漠一直绵延到天边上，惟一隔断沙漠的，就是刚才他们走过来的那狭狭的一道苍翠裂痕而已。
“喂！”他突然说道，”那是什么呀?”
“什么?”布里说道，它转过身来瞧瞧。赫温和阿拉维斯同样转过身来。
“那个，”沙斯塔用手指点着，说道，”它看上去像一团烟。是一场大火吗?”
“据我看来，是沙暴。”布里说。
“风不大，扬不起沙暴。”阿拉维斯说。
“啊！”赫温叫道，”瞧！其中有东西在闪闪发光。瞧！是钢盔——盔甲。而且它在运动向这边运动。”
“塔什神啊！”阿拉维斯说道，”这是军队。这是拉巴达什。”
“当然是拉巴达什的军队，”赫温说，”这正是我所担心的事。快！我们必须比军队先赶到安瓦德。”赫温二话不说，转过身来，开始向北驰骋。布里晃晃脑袋，同样向北奔驰而去。
“赶上来吧，布里，赶上来吧。”阿拉维斯回头叫唤道。
对马儿来说，这是一场极度紧张的竞赛。它们到每个山脊的顶上时，总是发现前面还有山谷或山脊，虽然它们知道自己走的是大致正确的方向，却不知道离安瓦德还有多远。沙斯塔在第二个山脊上回头望去，现在看到的不是从大沙漠里冒起来的一股尘烟，而是一团黑魁魁的东西，倒有点儿像蚂蚁，正在叫做”盘旋的箭”的河岸上蠕动。毫无疑问，他们是在寻找可以涉水而过的地方。
“他们到河边上了！”他疯狂地叫喊道。
“快！快！”阿拉维斯大声喊道，”如果我们不是及时赶到安瓦德，我们就等于压根儿没有来。快跑，布里，快跑。记住了，你是战马啊。”
沙斯塔能做的，只有克制自己，不要叫出类似的指示，他心里想”这可怜的家伙已经把它所有的力气都使出来了。”但他没有说出口来。而这两匹马儿，如果不是竭尽全力，也都自以为竭尽全力了——这两者可不是一回事。布里已经追上赫温，它们并驾齐驱地隆隆驰过草根土。看来赫温不可能这样坚持多久了。
就在这关键时刻，大家的感觉都被背后的吼声完全改变了。这不是他们意料中的声音——马蹄嘚嘚声和盔甲丁当声，或者还夹杂着卡乐门人挑战的呐喊声。然而沙斯塔立刻听出来这是什么声音了。他们在月明之夜第一次遇见阿拉维斯和赫温时，听到的是同样的咆哮声。布里也立刻明白了。它的眼睛发亮，它的两个耳往后平贴在脑袋上。布里这时才发现，它并未确确实实地尽最大的力量快跑——跑得并不太快。现在可真的使足劲儿飞跑了。不出几秒钟，它就超过赫温好多了。
“真是不顺利，”沙斯塔心中想道，”我还认为这儿比较安全、远离狮子哩！”
他转过头去瞧瞧。一切看得分明极了。一头黄褐色的大型动物，躯体低垂及地，正尾随在他们的后面，仿佛一只陌生的狗闯进花园时，一只猫飞跑过草地要蹿到树上去的模样。眨眼之间，那动物愈逼愈近了。
他向前看看，瞧到了他没注意甚至没想到的事情。他们前进的道路被一道十英尺高的平整的绿色墙垣挡住了。墙垣的中间有个大门，洞开着。门里站着一个身材高大的人，赤脚穿一件秋叶色长袍，身子斜靠在一根笔直的手杖上。他的胡须很长，几乎下垂到膝头。
沙斯塔一眼便看到了这一切，他重新回过头去望。狮子现在几乎要抓住赫温了。狮子正在向赫温的后腿扑呀扑的，此刻赫温汗迹斑斑、两眼圆睁的脸上已经露出绝望的神色。
“停步，”沙斯塔在布里的耳朵边大声叫嚷，”必须回去。必须救命去！”
布里事后老是说它从来没有听到这话，或是从来没有听懂这话；一般说来，它是匹十分忠实的马儿，我们必须相信它的话。
沙斯塔从马镫里抽出两只脚，犹豫了可怕的百分之一秒钟，便从左边跳下马来。他受了重伤，几乎闪了腰，但他还没弄明白受了什么伤，便蹒跚着走回去拯救阿拉维斯了。他生平从未做过类似的事，现在也不知道他为什么要这样做。
世界上最最可怕的声音，一匹马儿的哀鸣，从赫温的嘴里迸发出来了。阿拉维斯正俯下身来伏在赫温的脖子上，似乎企图拔出刀来。如今她们三个——阿拉维斯、赫温和狮子，几乎就在沙斯塔的头顶之上。她们尚未靠近他，那狮子便用后腿站了起来(它躯体之巨大，你简直没法儿相信)，伸出前腿的右爪，猛扑阿拉维斯。沙斯塔看得见那伸开来的所有爪子。阿拉维斯尖声叫喊，在马鞍上摇摇晃晃。狮子在扯她的肩膀。沙斯塔惊惶得半疯半癫，设法向那野兽扑过去。他没有武器，连一根木棒或一块石头也没有。他傻瓜似的向狮子大喊，仿佛人们冲狗儿叫喊一样。”回家去！回家去！”在一秒钟不到的时间里，他瞪眼望着那张得大大的、凶猛的狮子嘴巴。接着，却使他诧异之至，那仍旧用后腿站着的狮子，突然克制自己，变得俯首贴地了，它随即抬起身子，迅速跑掉了。
沙斯塔一时间还认为狮子不是真的跑掉了。他转过身来，向那绿色墙垣跑去，现在他是第一次记起他见过那墙垣。赫温，脚步蹒跚，快要昏过去了，刚进入大门；阿拉维斯仍旧坐在马鞍子上，但她的背上全是血。
“进来吧，我的女儿，进来吧。”穿袍子的长须老人说道。当沙斯塔上气不接下气地向他跑去时，他又说”进来吧，我的儿子。”沙斯塔听见他背后大门关上了，长须陌生人已经在帮助阿拉维斯下马。
他们是在一个宽大的圆形围场里，四周有一道草皮叠成的绿色高墙保护。他们的面前是一浊十分平静的池水，水面几乎同地面齐平。池水的另一头，生长着沙斯塔从未见过的、最大最美丽的树木，枝繁叶茂，遮蔽着池水。池塘后面是一间低矮的小石头房子，茅草屋顶又厚又陈旧。还传来咩咩的羊鸣声，有些山羊在围场远远的一边。平坦的地面上铺满了鲜美的青草。
“你是——”沙斯塔气喘吁吁地问道，”你是阿钦兰的伦恩国王吗？”
老人摇摇头。”不，”他答道，声音轻轻的，”我是南征隐士。听着，我的儿子，别浪费时间打听了，照我的话办吧。这位小姐受伤了。你们的马筋疲力尽了。拉巴达什此刻在旋箭河上已经找到了可以涉水而过的地点。如果你现在就飞跑而去，一刻也不休息，你将仍旧来得及向伦恩国王报警。”
沙斯塔听到这话心凉了半截，因为他觉得他的力气已经用尽了，一点也不剩了。他内心苦恼，觉得对他的要求似乎太冷酷、太不公平了。他还没有懂得如果你做了一桩好事情，给你的报酬往往是叫你去干另一桩更艰难更高尚的事情。但沙斯塔只是大声问道:+
“国王在哪儿？”
隐士转过身去，用他的手杖一指。”瞧，”他说，”还有一个门，正对着你们进来的这个大门。打开那个门，笔直往前走去。始终笔直往前走去，经过平坦的或是陡峭的地方，经过干燥或潮湿的地方。我凭我的法术推算得出你笔直往前走去，就会找到伦恩国王。可是你要飞跑，飞跑，始终飞跑。”
沙斯塔点点头，向北边的那个门跑去，在门外消失了。
隐士一直用左臂支撑着阿拉维斯，这时他就半搀半拉地把她送进了石屋。好久以后，他又从石屋里出来了。
“哦，伙计们，”他对马儿说道，”现在轮到你们了。”
也不等它们回答——事实上它们已疲乏得话都说不出来了——他就从它们身上卸下马勒和马鞍，用力按摩两匹
马儿的全身，即使是国王御厩里的侍从也不会按摩得那么好。
“听着，伙计们，”他说，”把这一切都忘了吧，宽宽心吧。这儿是水，那儿是青草。等我给我其他的伙计们——山羊们——挤过奶，你们就有热饲料可吃了。”
“先生，”赫温说道，它终于缓过气来了，”泰克希娜生命不危险吧?狮子杀了她吗?“
“我凭我的法术知道许多当前的事情，”隐士微微一笑，答道，”对于未来的事情，我还无从知道。今夜太阳落山时整个世界上任何男子、妇女或牲口是否会活下去，我可不知道。但是，你要抱有希望。小姐可能寿很长，可以终其天年。”
阿拉维斯苏醒过来时，发觉她正俯卧在一张特别柔软的床上，房间内什么陈设也没有，石头墙也是未经雕琢的、粗糙的。她不明白为什么安排她俯卧；但当她要想翻身而感觉到整个背部灼热发烫、十分疼痛时，她记起来了，明白了非得俯卧不可的缘故。她不明白这床是用什么舒适而有弹性的材料做的，因为这床是用石南荒原草(最好的垫褥)做成的，而她从未见过或听说过这种草。
门打开了，隐士进来了，手里拿着一只大木碗。小心翼翼地把碗放下后，他来到床边，问道:
“我的女儿，你自己觉得怎样？”
“父亲，我的背上很痛，”阿拉维斯说道，”但没有其他的毛病。”
他跪在床边，把手按在她的额上，还给她号脉。
“没有发烧，”他说，”你就会痊愈的。事实上，明儿个你就该起床了。但是现在要喝这个。”
他拿起木碗，送到她的唇边。她喝下去时不由得做了个鬼脸，因为羊奶还没有喝惯时总是叫人害怕的。她很口渴，设法把那碗羊奶都喝下去了，喝完时，觉得好多了。
“听着，女儿，你想睡时不妨睡睡，”隐士说道，”因为你的伤口洗过了，敷了药，包裹好了，伤口虽然疼痛，可不比鞭打后的伤痕严重。这必定是一头十分奇怪的狮子，它并没有用牙齿咬到你的肉里，把你从马鞍子上叼下来，只是用爪子在你背上挠了一下。十道伤痕，痛，可是不深，不危险。”
“嗨！”阿拉维斯说，”我运气好！”
“女儿啊，”隐士说道，”我在这个世界上活了一百零九个春秋了，可从来不曾碰到过什么类似运气的东西。在这一切里，有些东西我不理解，但如果我们确实需要弄明白的话，你不妨深信不疑，我们一定会弄明白的。”
“拉巴达什和他的二百人马情况怎么样了呢?”阿拉维斯问道。
“他们不会走这条路，我想。”隐士说，”此刻他们必定已经找到一个可以涉水而过的地方，远在我们的东边儿。他们将试图从那儿直奔安瓦德。”
“可怜的沙斯塔！”阿拉维斯说道，”他得跑很远的路吧?他会先到达安瓦德吗?”
“大有希望。”老人说道。
阿拉维斯重新躺下(这回是侧卧了)，她说”我睡了好长时间吗?天色好像在暗下来了。”
隐士从那惟一的窗子——朝北的窗子——望出去。”这不是夜间的黑暗，”他立刻说道，”云霾是从暴风雨峰汹涌而下的，我们这些个地方的恶劣天气都是从那儿发端的。今夜将有浓重的大雾了。”
第二天，除了背上疼痛外，阿拉维斯觉得身体很好，所以，早餐(吃的是粥和奶油)以后，隐士说她可以起床了。当然啰，她立刻就去和两匹马儿说话。天气转晴，整个围场像只苍翠的巨大杯子，里面盛满了阳光。这是个十分安宁的地方，寂寞而又宁静。
赫温立刻小跑着过来，给了她一个马儿的接吻。
互相问候过健康和睡得好不好后，阿拉维斯说道”可布里在哪儿呢?”
“在那一边。”赫温说，用它的鼻子指点着圆圆另一边，”我希望你来跟它说说话；它有点儿闹情绪，我没法从它嘴里挤出一言半语来。”
她们慢步走过去，发现布里面壁躺着，虽然它明明听见她们来了，却根本不回过头来或说句话儿。
“早晨好，布里，”阿拉维斯说，”今天早晨你身体可好?”
布里喃喃而语，可谁也听不清楚。
“隐士说，沙斯塔可能及时赶到了国王伦恩那儿，”阿拉维斯继续说道，”所以，看来咱们的一切困难都解决了。终于要到纳尼亚去了，布里！”
“我将永远见不到纳尼亚了。”布里用低沉的声音说道。
“你身体不好吗，我亲爱的布里？'阿拉维斯说。
布里终于转过身来，它一脸哀痛的神色，只有马儿才能这样。
“我要回卡乐门去。”它说。
“什么?”阿拉维斯说道，”回去做奴隶吗?”
“是的，”布里说，”我只配做奴隶。我有何面目去见纳尼亚的自由的马儿啊?我，丢下一匹母马，一个女孩，一个男孩，让他们去被狮子吃掉，自己却为了活命，使出浑身力气逃跑了！”
“我们大家都是拼命飞跑的啊。”赫温说。
“沙斯塔没有逃跑！”布里喷着鼻息，”至少他是按照正确的方向飞跑的他跑回去了。这是最使我感到羞愧的了。我，自称是一匹战马，夸口身经百战，却被一个乳臭小儿比下去了——一个孩子，不过是一头驹子，生平从没有拿过剑，也没有受过任何良好的教育或见过任何典范？”
“我明白，”阿拉维斯说，”我有同样的感想。沙斯塔是了不得的。我同你一样的糟糕，布里。自从你们遇到我们以来，我一直怠慢他，瞧不起他，如今他可一变而为我们之中最出色的人了。但我认为。还是待下来表示歉意，要比回到卡乐门去好得多。”
“这办法对你是挺好的，”布里说，”你没有给自己丢脸。
“我却把什么都丢光了。”
“我的好马儿，”隐士说道，大家没有察觉他的悄悄到来，因为他的光脚板踏在清香的沾露青草上是没有什么声音的，”我的好马儿，你除了自命不凡，没有丢失什么东西。不，不，我的老伙计。别对我把耳朵向后贴去，也别抖动你的崇毛。如果你确实像你一分钟以前所说的那样谦虚，那么你就应该听听理智的声音。你一直生活在可怜的哑巴马儿中间，便自以为是了不得的马儿；其实不然。当然，你比它们要勇敢、聪明些。你是不由自主地成了比它们高明的马儿的。但这种情况不能引伸为你将在纳尼亚成为什么特别出类拔萃的马儿。然而，只要你认识到你并不是出类拔萃的，那么，总的看来，你就基本上属于一种挺不错的马儿。现在，如果你和我的另一位四足老伙计愿意绕到厨房门口去，我们就将瞧瞧另外半份饲料了。”
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