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CHAPTER EIGHT THE FIGHT AT THE LAMPPOST（第1页）

CHAPTEREIGHTTHEFIGHTATTHELAMP-POST

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“HO!Her-ipress，areyou?We'llseeaboutthat，”

saidavoianothervoicesaid，“Threepressofey'Atdquiteanumberjoinedin.Aflushofeich'sfadshebhtly.Butthecheersdiedawayinthteratheyhadonlybeenmakingfunecameoverherexpressionandshegedthekhah，shedidathingthatwasdreadfultosee.Lightly，easily，asifitwerethemostintheworld，shestretchedupherrightarmandwrenchedoffohecross-barsofthelamp-post.Ifshehadlostsomemagicalpowersinourworld，shehadnotlth;shecouldbreakanironbarasifitwereastickar.Shetossedherneintheair，caughtitagain，bra，ahehorsefor>

“Now'smyce，”

thoughtDigory.Hedartedbetweenthehorseandtherailingsandbegangoingforward.IfoewouldstaystillforamomecatchtheWitch'sheel.Asherushed，heheardasigdathud.TheWitchhadbroughtthebardownonthean'shelmet:themanfelllikeanine-pin.

“Quick，Digory.Thismustbestopped，”

saidavoicebesidehim.Itolly，whohadrusheddowshewasallowedoutofbed.

“Youareabrick，”

saidDigory.“Holdo.You'dhavetomahering.Yellow，remember.Anddon'tputitontillIshout.”

Therewasaseddanotherpolicrumpledup.Theregryroarfromthecrowd:“Pullherdoaving-stones.ilitary.”

Butmostofthemweregettingasfarawayastheycould.TheCabby，however，obviouslythebravestaswellasthekiperso，ihehingthiswayandthattoavoidthebar，butstilltryingtocatchStrawberry'shead.

Thecrowdbooedandbellowedagailedory'shead.ThehevoiceoftheWitch，clearlikeagreatbell，andsoundingasif，foronce，shepy.

“Scum!YoushallpaydearlyforthiswhenIhavequeredyourworld.oneofyourcitywillbeleft.Iwillmakeitas，asFelinda，asSorlois，asBramandin.”

Digoryaslastcaughtherankle.Shekickedbackwithherheelandhithimih.Inhispaihold.Hislipwasdhismouthfullofblood.Fromsomewhereveryethevoidrewinasscream.“Madam—mydearyounglady—forheaven'ssake—poseyourself.”

Digorymadeasedgrabatherheel，andwasagainshakenoff.Moremenwereknobytheirohirdgrab:caughttheheel:heldontikegrimdeath，shoutingtoPolly“Go!”

thenOh，thaheangry，frightenedfaceshadvaheangry，frightenedvoicesweresilenced.Allexdrew's.ClosebesideDigoryinthedarkwaswailingon“Oh，oh，isthisdelirium?Isittheend?I'tbearit.It'snotfair.IobeaMagi.It'sallamisuanding.It'sallmygodmother'sfault;Imustprotestagainstthis.Ihtoo.AveryoldDorsetshirefamily.”

“BhtDigory.“Wedidn'twantthimalong.Myhat，iic.Areyouthere，Polly?”

“Yes，I'mhere.Don'tkeeponshoving.”

“I'mnot，”

beganDigory，butbeforehecouldsayanythiheirheadscameoutintreehewood.AeppedoutofthepoolPollycriedout:“Ohlook!We&#httheoldhorsewithustoo.Aerley.Ahisisaprettykettleoffish!”

Assoochsawthatshewasohewoodsheturdowouchedthemahehorse.Youcouldseeshefeltdeadlysidrewwasshivering.ButStrawberry，thehorse，shookhishead，gaveacheerfulwhinofeelbetter.HebecamequietforthefirsttimesinceDigoryhadseenhim.Hisears，whichhadbeenlaidflatbahisskull，totheirproperposition，andthefirewentoutofhiseyes.

“That&#ht，oldboy，”

saidtheCabby，slappingStrawberry's'sbetter.Takeiteasy.”

Strawberrydidtheminthewverythirsty（andnowonder）hewalkedslowlyacrosstothepoolatohaveadrink.Digorywasstillholdich'sheelandPollywasholdingDigory'shaheCabby'shandswasonStrawberry;andUillveryshaky，hadjustgrabbedontheCabby'sotherhand.

“Quick，”

saidPolly，withalookatDigreens!”