CHAPTER SEVENTEEN THE HUNTING OF THE WHITE STAG（第1页）
CHAPTERSEVEIAG
&lewasalloverafewmiheirarrival。MostoftheenemyhadbeehefirstchargeofAslanandhispanions;ahosewhowerestilllivingsawthattheWitchwasdeadtheyeithergavethemselvesuportooktoflight。ThehingthatLueeterandAslanwereshakinghands。ItwasstraoseePeterlookingashelookednow—hisfacealeandsternandheseemedsomucholder。
“ItwasallEdmund'sdoing，Aslaerwassaying。“We'dhavebeehadn'tbeenforhim。TheWitchwasturningourtroopsianothingwouldstophim。Hefoughthiswaythrrestowhereshewasjustturningoneofyourleopardsintoastatue。Andwhenhereachedherhehadsehisswordsmashingdownonherwaryingtogoforherdiredsimplygettiuehimselfforhispains。Thatwasthemistakealltherestweremaking。Ondwasbrokeohavesomece—ifwehadn'tlostsomanyalready。Hewasterriblywougoandseehim。”
TheyfoundEdmundinrs。Beaveralittlewaybathefightingline。Hewascoveredwithblood，hismouthen，andhisfaastygreencolor。
“Quick，Lucy，”saidAslan。
Aforthefirsttime，LucyrememberedthepreciouscordialthathadbeengivenherforaChristmaspreserembledsomuchthatshecouldhardlyuopper，butshemaheendandpouredafewdropsiher'smouth。
&herpeoplewounded，”saidAslanwhileshewasstilllookioEdmund'spalefaderingifthecordialwouldhavea。
“Yes，Iknow，”saidLucycrossly。“Waitaminute。”
“DaughterofEve，”saidAslaninagravervoice，“othersalsoareatthepoimorepeopledieforEdmund?”
“I'msorry，Aslan，”saidLugupandgoingwithhim。Ahalf-hourtheywerebusy—sheattendingtothewouoredthosewhohadbeeoshewasfreetoebaundshefoundhimstandingoonlyhealedofhiswoundsbutlookihanshehadseenhimloes;infacteversincehisfirsttermatthathorridschoolherehehadbegunt。HehadbeehisrealoldselfagainandcouldlookyouihereotleAslanmadehimaknight。
“Doesheknow，”whisperedLucytoSusan，“whatAslandidforhim?DoesheknowwhatthearraheWitchreally>
“Hush!No。Ofot，”saidSusan。
“Oughtn'thetobetold?”saidLucy。
“Oh，surelynot，”saidSusan。“Itwouldbetooawfulforhim。Thinkhowyou'dfeelifyouwerehe。”
“AllthesameIthioknow，”saidLucy。Butatthatmomeerrupted。
Thatwheretheywere。HorovidedfoodforthemallIdon'tknow;butsomehoworothertheyfoundthemselvesallsittingdowoafiabouteighto'extdaytheybeganmargeastwarddowhegreatriver。Adayafterthat，ataboutteatime，theyactuallyreachedthemouth。ThecastleofCairParavelonitslittlehilltoweredupabovethem;beforethemwerethesands，withrodlittlepoolsofsaltwater，ahesmelloftheseaandlongmilesofbluish-greenwavesbreakingforeverahebeadoh，thecryoftheseagulls!Haveyouheardit?ber?
Thatevehefourallmadowntothebeaaheirshoesandstogsoffahesaoes。ButdaywasmoresolemheGreatHallofCairParavel—thatwonderfulhallwiththeivoryroofawallhungwithpeacock'sfeathersaerndoorwhichlookstowardsthesea，inthepreseheirfriendsandtothesoundoftrumpets，Aslansolemhemahefourthronesamiddeafeningshoutsof，“Loer!LongLiveQueenSusan!LongLiveKingEdmund!LongLiveQueenLucy!”
“OngorqueeninNarnia，alwaysakingorqueewell，SonsofAdam!Bearitwell，DaughtersofEve!”saidAslan。
Andthroughtheeasterndoor，ideopehevoiermenandthemermaidsswimmiheshoreandsinginginhonorsandQueens。
Sothesatohronesareswereputintotheirhandsandtheygaverewardsandhonorstoalltheirfriends，toTumnustheFaun，andtotheBeavers，andGiaotheleopards，andthegoodtaurs，andthegooddwarfs，andtothelion。AndthatnighttherewasagreatfeastinCairParavel，andrevelryanddandgoldflashedandwineflowed，ahemusiside，butstraer，andm，camethemusicoftheseapeople。