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CHAPTER TWELVE STRAWBERRYS ADVENTURE（第1页）

CHAPTERTWELVESTRAWBERRYSADVENTURE

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DIGORYkepthismhtshut.Hehadbeengrowingmoreandmoreunfortable.Hehopedthat，pened，hewouldn'tblubordoanythingridiculous.

“SonofAdam，”

saidAslan.“AreyoureadytouhatyouhavedoomysweettryofNarniaontheverydayofitsbirth?”

“Well，Idon'tseewhatIdo，”

saidDigory.“Yousee，theQueenrana>

“Iasked，areyouready?”

saidtheLion.

“Yes，”

saidDigory.Hehadhadforaseewildideaofsaying“I'lltrytohelpyouifyou'llpromisetohelpmyMother，”

butherealizediheLionwasnotatallthesortofpersorytainswith.Butwhenhehadsaid“Yes，”

hethoughtofhisMother，aofthegreathopeshehadhad，andhowtheywerealldyingahisthroatandtearsinhiseyes，aedout:“Butplease，please—won'tyou—'tyougivemesomethingthatwillcureMother?”

UptillthenhehadbeenlookingattheLion'sgreatfeetandthehuge;now，inhisdespair，helookedupatitsface.risedhimasmuythinginhiswholelife.Forthetawdownnearhisownand（wonderreatshioodintheLioheyweresuchbig，brighttearsparedwithDigory'sownthatforamomeasiftheLionmustreallybesorrierabouthisMotherthanhewashimself.

“Myson，myson，”

saidAslan.“Iknreat.OnlyyouandIinthislandknowthatyet.LetusbegoodtooIhavetothinkofhundredsofyearsinthelifeofNaryhtintothisworldwillebaiaagain.Butitbeyet.ItismywishtoplantinNarshewilloapproadthattreewillproteiafromherformahislandshallhavealhtmbeforeanyeoverthesun.Youmustgetmetheseedfromwhichthattreeistogrow.”

“Yes，sir，”

saidDigory.Hedidn'tknoastobedoquitesurenowthathewouldbeabletodoit.TheLiondrebreath，stoopeditsheadevenlavehimaLion'skiss.AndatonceDigoryfeltthathandcoohim.

“Dearson，”

saidAslan，“Iwilltellyouwhatyoumustdo.TurnandlooktotheWestadoyousee?”

&erriblybigmountains，Aslan，”

saidDigory，“Iseethisriveringdownawaterfall.Aheclifftherearehighgreenhillswithforests.Ahherralookalmostbladthen，faraway，therearebigsnowymountaiogether—likepicturesoftheAlps.Ahosethere'snothingbutthesky.”

“Youseewell，”

saidtheLion.“NowthelandofNarniaeerfallesdown，andonceyouhavereachedthetopofthecliffsyouwillbeoutofNarniaandiernWild.Youmustjhthosemountainstillyoufindagreehabluelakeinit，walledroundbymountaiheehereisasteep，greenhill.Ohathillthereisagardeerofthatgardenisatree.Pluapplefromthattreeandbringitbae.”

“Yes，sir，”

saidDigain.Hehadn'ttheleastideaofhowhewastoclimbthedfindhiswayamoains，buthedidn'tliketosaythatforfearitwouldsoundlikemakihedidsay，“Ihope，Aslan，you'renotinahurry.Ishan'tbeabletogetthereandbackveryquickly.”

“LittlesonofAdam，youshallhavehelp，”

saidAslaurheHorsewhohadbeenstalybesidethemallthistime，swishinghistailtokeepthefliesoff，ahhisheadoheversatiolediffiderstand.

“Mydear，”

saidAslantotheHorse，“wouldyouliketobeawingedhorse?”