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CHAPTER ELEVEN THE LION ROARS（第3页）

&urnedandwelund.“Welldone，”

werehiswords.

&eranawfulpause，thedeepvoicesaid，“Susan.”

Susanmadehehtshewasg.“Youhavelisteofears，child，”

saidAslamebreatheonyetthem.Areyain?”

“Alittle，Aslan，”

saidSusan.

“Andnow!”

saidAslaninamuchloudervoicewithjustahintofroarinit，whilehistaillashedhisflanks.“AndhislittleDwarf，thisfamousswordsmanandarcher，whodoesn'tbelieveinlions?ehere，soh，eHERE!”

—awordwashehintofaroarbutalm.

“WraithsandedTrumpkiofavoice.The，ellenoughtoseethathelikedtheDwarfverymuotdisturbed;butitwasquiteahingforTrumpkin，whohadneverseenalioalohisLioheohinghecouldhavedois，insteadofboltieredto>

Aslanpounced.Haveyoueverseenaveryyoungkittenbeihemotherouth?Itwaslikethat.TheDwarf，hunalittle，miserableball，hungfromAslan'smouth.TheLiongavehimoneshakeandallhisarmorrattledlikeatinker'spadtheheDwarfflewupintheair.Hewasassafeasifhehadbeehoughhedidnotfeelso.Ashethehugevelvetypawscaughthimasgentlyasamother'sarmsahim（right，too）ontheground.

“Soh，shallwebefriends?”

askedAslan.

“Ye—he—he—hes，”

paheDwarf，forithadsbreathback.

“Now，”

saidAslan.“TheMooing.Lookbehindyou:thereisthedawnbeginning.Wehaveolose.Youthree，yousonsofAdamandsoh，hastenintotheMouhwhatyouwillfindthere.”

TheDwarfwasstillspeedheboysdaredtoaskifAslanwouldfollowthem.Allthreedrewtheirswordsaurnedandjingledawayintothedusk.Luoticedthattherewasnosignofweariheirfaces:boththeHighKingandKingEdmundlookedmorelikementhanboys.

Thegirlswatchedthemoutofsight，standingclosebesideAslawasg.Lowdow，Aravir，themstarleamedlikealittlemoon.Aslan，whoseemedlargerthaedhishead，shookhismane，androared.

Thesouhrobbingatfirstlikeaninningonalownote，roseandbecamelouder，andthenfarlain，tilltheearthandairwereshakingwithit.ItroseupfromthathillandfloatedacrossallNarnia.DowninMiraz'salelyiher'sfadgraspedtheirons.DowiRiver，nowatitscoldesthour，theheadsahenymphs，aweedy-beardedheadod，rosefromthewater.Beyondit，ineveryfieldandwood，thealertearsofrabbitsrosefromtheirholes，thesleepyheadsofbirdsunderwings，owlshooted，vixensbarked，hedgehogsgruirred.Intownsaherspressedbabiesclosetotheirbreasts，staringwithwildeyes，dogswhimpered，andmenleapedupgrhts.Farawayoherhemountaingiahedarkgatewaysoftheircastles.

WhatLudSusansawwasadarksomethingfromalmosteverydireacrossthehills.Itlookedfirstlikeablackmistgonthegrouhestormywavesofablacksearisinghighera，alast，likeoodsohetreesoftheearedttowardAslan.Butastheydrewheylookedlessliketrees;aheingandgandwavingthinlongarmstoAslan，wereallaroundLucy，shesawthatitwasaanshapes.Palebirch-girlsweretossingtheirheads，omeheirhairfrfacestogazeonAslan，thequeeoodstillandadoredhim，shaggyoak-men，leanandmelans，shockheadedhollies（darkthemselves，buttheirwivesallbrightwithberries）andgayrowans，allbain，shouting，“Aslan，Aslan!”

intheirvarioushuskyorwave-likevoices.

ThedthedandAslan（forithadbeeadanrewsothidrapidthatLufused.Sheneversawwhereotherpeoplewhoweresaboutamorees.Onewasayouth，dressedonlyinafawn-skin，withvihedinhiscurlyhair.Hisfacewouldhavebeenalmosttooprettyforaboy's，ifithadremelywild.Youfelt，asEdmundsaidwhenhesawhimafewdayslater，“There'saightdoanythingabsolutelyanythiohaveagreatmanynames—Bromios，Bassareus，andtheRamwerethreeofthem.Therewerealotofgirlswithhim，aswildashe.Therewaseveedly，someoneonadonkey.Andeverybodywaslaughing:andeverybodywasshoutingout，“Euan，euan，eu-oi-oi-oi.”

“IsitaRomp，Aslaheyouth.Awas.Butnearlyeveryoohaveadiffereowhattheywereplaying.ItmayhavebeenTig，butLueverdiscoveredwhowasIt.ItwasratherlikeBlindMan'sBuff，onlyeveryoheywerebliwasheSlipper，buttheslipperwasneverfound.Whatmadeitmoreplicatedwasthatthemanonthedonkey，whowasoldandenormouslyfat，begangoutatos!Timeforrefreshments，”

andfallingoffhisdonkeyandbeioitagaihers，whilethedonkeywasuheimpressiohingwasadtriedtogiveadisplayofwalkingonitshindlegs.Ahereweremoreandmorevineleaveseverywhere.Andsoonnotoviheyweregupeverything.Theywererunningupthelegsofthetreepeopleandgroundtheirnecks.Lucyputupherhandstopushbackherhairandfoundsheushingbaebrahedonkeywasamassofthem.Histailletelyentangledahingdarkwasweenhisears.Lucylookedagainandsawitwasabunchofgrapes.Afterthatitwasmostlygrapesoverheadaandallaround.

&s!Refreshments，”

roaredtheoldman.

Everyoing，ahousesyourpeoplemayhave，youhaveedsuchgrapes.Reallygoodgrapes，firmandtightoside，butburstingintocoolsweetthemintoyourmouth，wereohegirlshadneverhadquiteenoughofbefore.Here，thereweremorethananyonecouldpossiblywant，andribtable-maall.Oidstainedfingerseverywhere，and，thoughmouthswerefull，thelaughterneverortheyodellingcriesofEuan，euan，eu-oi-oi-oi-oi，tillallofasuddethesamemomentthatthegame（whateveritwas），a，oughttobeover，andeveryonefloppeddowhegroundaheirfacestoAslahewouldsay.

AtthatmomentthesunwasjustrisingandLucyrememberedsomethingaoSusan，“Isay，Su，Iknow>

“Who?”

&hthewildfaceisBadtheoldohedonkeyisSilenus.Don'tyourememberMr.Tumnustellingusaboutthemlongago?”

“Yes，ofcourse.ButIsay，Lu—”

“>

“Iwouldn'thavefeltsafewithBadallhiswildgirlsifwe'dmetthem>

“Ishouldthinknot，”

saidLucy.