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CHAPTER FOURTEEN NIGHT FALLS ON NARNIA（第1页）

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&oodbesideAslan，htside，ahroughtheopendoor>

Thebo.Ohallwasblafactyouothavetoldthatyintoawoodifyouhadhedarkshapesofthetreesehestarsbegan.ButwhenAslanhadrain，outoheysawanotherblackshape.Thatis，theysaatchwheretherewerenostars:achroseuphigherandhigheraheshapeofamaofallgiants.TheyallknewNaroworkoutwherehemustbestabeonthehighmoorlandsthatstretchawaytotheheRiverShribble.ThenJillaacerememberedhowongago，inthedeepeaththosemoors，theyhadseeasleepahathisherTime，andthathewouldwakeoheworldended.

“Yes，”

saidAslan，thoughtheyhadnotspoken.“Whilehelaydreaminghisime.Nowthatheisawakehewillhaveanewone.”

&hegreatgiantraisedahorntohismouth.Theycouldseethisbythegeoftheblackshapehemadeagaiars.Afterthat—quiteabitlater，bedtravelssoslowly—theyheardthesoundhandterrible，yete，deadlybeauty.

&heskybecamefullofshootingstars.Eveingstarisafiosee;buttheseweredozens，andtheheillitwaslikesilverrain:aonandohadgoneonforsomewhile，owoofthembegantothinkthattherewasanotherdarkshapeagainsttheskyaswellasthegiant's.Itwasiplace，rightoverhead，upintheveryroofoftheskyasyoumightcallit.“Perhapsitisacloud，”

thoughtEdmund.Ataherewerenostarsthere:justblaess.Butallaround，thedownpourofstarswentoarlesspattogrfurtherafromtheterofthesky.Alyaquarterofthewholeskywasbladthenahalf，andatlasttherainofshooingononlylowdowhehorizon.

Withathrillofwoherewassometerrorinittoo）theyallsuddenlyrealizedening.Thespreadingblaesswasnotacloudatall:itlyemptiheblackpartoftheskyartinwhichtherewerenostarsleft.Allthestarswerefalling:Aslanhadcalledthemhome.

&fewsedsbeforetherainofstarshadquiteendedwereveryexg.Starsbeganfallingallrouarsinthatworldareflamiheyareinours.Theyarepeople（EdmundandLuetone）.Sonowtheyfoundshlitterihlonghairlikeburningsilverandspearslikewhite-hotmetal，rushingdowoftheblackair，swifterthanfalliheymadeahissiheylandedandburntthegrass.Aarsglidedpastthemandstoodsomewherebehind，alittletht.

Thiswasagreatadvaherwise，nowthattherewerenostarsinthesky，everythingwouldhavebeeelydarkandyoucouldhaveseennothing.Asitwas，thecrowdofstarsbehiafierce，whitelightovertheirshoulders.TheyileuponmileofNarnianwoodsspreadoutbeforethem，lookingasiftheywerefloodlit.Everybushandalmosteverybladeofgrasshaditsblackshadowbehindit.Theedgeofeveryleafstoodoutsosharpthatyou'dthinkyoucouldcutyeronit.

Onthegrassbeforethemlaytheirownshadows.ButthegreatthingwasAslan'sshadow.Itstreamedawaytotheirleft，enormousaerrible.Andallthiswasuhatwouldarlessforever.

&frombehindthem（andalittletht）wassthatitlitupeventheslopesoftheNorthernMoors.Somethingwasmovingthere.Enormousanimalsweregandslidingdownintreatdragonsandgiantlizardsaherlessbirdswithwis'wings.Theydisappearedintothewoodsandforafewmiherewassileherecame—atfirstfromveryfaroff—soundsofwailingandthen，fromeverydire，arustlingandapatteringandasoundofwings.Itearerandnearer.Soononecoulddistinguishthescamperoflittlefeetfromthepaddingofbigpaws，andtheclack-clackoflightlittlehoofsfromthethunderofgreatohenonecouldseethousandsofpairsofeyesgleaming.Andatlast，outoftheshadowofthetrees，ragupthehillfordearlife，bythousandsandbymillions，cameallkialkis，Dwarfs，Satyrs，Fauns，Giants，enfromArd，Monopods，ahlythingsfromtheremoteislandsoftheuernlands.AndalltheseranuptothedoorwaywhereAslanstood.

Thispartoftheadveheonlyonewhichseemedratherlikeadreamatthetimeaorememberproperlyafteree'tsayhowlongithadtakeseemedtohavelastedoes，butatothersitfeltasifitmighthavegoneonforyears.Obviously，uheDrownverymuchlargerorthecreatureshadsuddenlygrownassmallasgnats，acrowdlikethat'teverhavetriedthit.Butaboutthatsortofthiime.

&urescamerushingon，theireyesbrighteraheydrewnearerahestandingStars.ButastheycamerightuptoAslaheroftwothioea.Theyalllhtinhisfa'tthinktheyhadahat.Andwhensomelooked，theexpressionoftheirfagedterribly—itwasfearathat，oalkihefearaedonlyforafraofased.YoucouldseethattheysuddeheTalkiheywerejustordinaryanimals.AureswholookedatAslaninthatwayswervedtht，hisleft，aohishugeblackshadow，which（asyouhaveheard）streamedawaytotheleftofthedoorway.Theeversawthemagain.Idon'tknowwhatbe.ButtheotherslookedinthefaceofAslahoughsomeofthemwereveryfrighteime.AndalltheseattheDoor，inonAslan&#ht.Thereweresomequeerspe.EustareizedohoseveryDwarfsedtoshoottheHorses.Buthehadowohatsortofthing（andanywayitwasnobusinessofhis）freatjoyputeverythiofhishead.AmongthehappycreatureswhonroundTirianandhisfriehosewhomtheyhadthoughtdead.TherewasRooauraheUnidthegoodBoarandthegoodBear，andFarsighttheEagle，andthedearDogsandtheHorses，andPoggintheD

“Furtherinandhigherup!”

witandthunderedatotheWest.Andthoughtheydidandhim，thewordssomehowsetthemtingliheBruhemcheerfully.TheBearwasjustgoingtomutterthathestilldidn'tuand，whesightofthefruit-treesbehindthem.Hewaddledtothosetreesasfastashedthere，nodoubt，fouhioodverywell.ButtheDogsremained，waggiails，andPogginremained，shakinghandswitheveryalloverhishofadJewelleanedhissnowywhitehead'sshoulderandtheKingwhisperedinJewel'sear.TheurentionagaintowhatcouldbeseenthroughtheDoor>

TheDragonsandGiantLizardsnowhadNarniatothemselves.Theywenttupthetreesbytherothemupasiftheyweresticksofrhubarb.Mietheforestsdisappeared.Thewholetrybecamebareandyoucouldseeallsortsofthingsaboutitsshape—allthelittlehumpsandhollowswhichyouhadicedbefrassdied.SoonTirianfoundthathewaslookingataworldofbarerodearth.Youcouldhardlybelievethatanythihere.Themohemselvesgrewoldandlaydowheirfleshshrivelledupandthebonesappeared:soontheywereoonsthatlayhereahedeadrogasiftheyhaddiedthousandstimeeverythingwasstill.

Atlastsomethingwhite—along，levelliegleamediofthestandingstars—gtowardthemfromtheEasterheworld.

Awidespreadhesileamurmurthehenaroar.Andnowtheycouldseeasing，andhowfastitcame.Itwasafoamingwallofwater.Theseawasrising.Inthattree-lessworldyoucouldseeitverywell.Youcouldseealltheriversgettihelakesgettinglarger，aelakesjoiningintoone，aurningintonewlakes，andhillsturningintoislands，ahoseislandsvanishing.AndthehighmoorstotheirleftandthehighermountaicrumbledandslippeddownwitharoarandasplashiihewatercameswirlinguptotheverythresholdoftheDoorway（butneverpassedit）sothatthefoamsplashedaboutAslan'sforefeet.Allerfromwheretheystoodtowherethewatersmetthesky.

Abegantht.Astreakofdrearyanddisastrousdawnspreadalongthehorizon，andwidenedaer，tilliheyhardlyhelightofthestarswhostoodbehilastthesuncameup.Whenitdid，theLoryandtheLadyPollylookedatoheralewo，iworld，hadonadyingsun，aohissunalsowasdying.Itwasthreetimes—twentytimes—asbigasitoughttobe，andverydarkred.Asitsraysfellupoime-giauroo:aionofthatsunthewholewasteofshorelesswaterslookedlikeblood.

&heMooeinherwrongposition，veryclosetothesun，andshealsolookedred.Aofherthesuiflames，likewhiskersorsnakesoffire，towardher.Itisasifheustryingtodrawhertohimselfiadperhapshediddrawher.Atanyrateshe，slowlyatfirst，butthenmoreandmorequickly，tillatlasthislongflameslidherawetherandbeehugeballlikeaburningcoal.Greatlumpsoffirecamedroppingoutofitintotheseaandroseup.

ThenAslansaid，“Nowmakeanend.”

&hrewhishorheonearm—veryblackitlooked，andthousandsofmileslong—acrosstheskytillhishaheSuheSuinhishandasyouwouldsqueezeane.Andinstaaldarkness.

EveryoAslanjumpedbatheice-coldairthroughtheDoorway.Itsedgeswerealreadycoveredwithicicles.

&er，HighKingofNarnia，”

saidAslan.“ShuttheDoor.”

&er，shiveringwithedoutintothedarknessaheDoorto.Itscrapedovericeashepulledit.Then，ratherclumsily（foreveninthatmomenthishandshadgonenumbaookoutagoldenkeya.

TheyhadseehihroughthatDoorway.Butitwasstrahanaolookroundandfindthemselvesinwarmdaylight，theblueskyabovethem，flowersattheirfeet，andlaughterinAslan'seyes.

&urlyround，crouchedlower，lashedhimselfwithhistailandshotawaylikeagoldenarrow.