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CHAPTER FIFTEEN ASLAN MAKES A DOOR IN THE AIR（第1页）

CHAPTERFIFTEENASLANMAKESADOORINTHEAIR

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ATthesightofAslaheTelmarinesoldiersbecamethecolorofcoldgravy，theirkneeskher，aheirfaces.Theyhadnotbelievedinlionsandthismadetheirfeargreater.EventheRedDthathecameasafriend，stoodwithopenmouthsandotspeak.SomeoftheBlackDwarfs，whohadbeenofNikabrik&#antoedgeaway.ButalltheTalkissurgedroundtheLion，withpurrsandgruntsandsqueaksandwhin，fawningonhimwiththeirtails，rubbingagainsthim，toughimreverentlywiththeirnosesandgoingtoandfrounderhisbodyaweenhislegs.Ifyouhaveeverseelovingabigdogwhomitknowsandtrusts，yourettygoodpictureoftheirbehaviour.Theer，leading，forcedhiswaythroughtheals.“Thisis，Sir，”

hesaid.AndeltaheLion'spaw.

“Wele，Prince，”

saidAslan.“DoyoufeelyourselfsuffittotakeuptheKingshipofNarnia?”

“I—Idon'tthinkIdo，Sir，”

said.“I'monlyakid.”

“Good，”

saidAslan.“Ifyouhadfeltyourselfsuffit，itwouldhavebeenaproofthatyouwerenot.Therefore，underusaheHighKing，youshallbeKingofNarnia，LordofCairParavel，aheLoneIslands.Youandyourheirswhileyourracelasts.Andyour—butwhathavewehere?”

Foratthatmomentacuriouslittleproroag—elevenMicarriedbetweehingonalittermadeofbrahelitterwashalas.Noonehaseverseenmicemohese.Theywereplasteredwithmudsomewithbloodtoo—andtheirearsweredownandtheirwhiskersdroopedaailsdraggedinthegrass，andtheirleaderpipedonhisslenderpipeamelane.Oerlaywhatseemedlittlebetterthanadampheapoffur;allthatwasleftofReepicheep.Hewasstillbreathing，butmoredeadthanalive，gashedwithinnumerablewounds，onepawcrushed，aailhadbeen，abaump.

“Now，Lucy，”

saidAslan.

LucyhadherdiamoihoughonlyadropwasneededoneachofReepicheep'swounds，thewoundsweresomanythattherewasalongandanxioussilencebeforeshehadfiheMasterMfromthelitter.Hishaoohisswordhilt，withtheotherhetwirledhiswhiskers.Hebowed.

“Hail，Aslan!”

camehisshrillvoice.“Ihavethehonour—”

Buttheopped.

&wasthathestillhadnotail—whetherthatLucyhadfottenitorthathercordial，thoughitcouldhealwounds，akethingsgroicheepbecameawareofhislossashemadehisbositalteredsomethinginhisbalance.Helhtshtoseehistail，hestraihertillhehadtoturnhisshouldersandhiswholebodyfollowed.Butbythattimehishiurooaofsight.Therainedhisnegoverhisshain，withthesameresult.Onlyafterhehadturelyrouimesdidherealizethedreadfultruth.

“Iamded，”

saidReepicheeptoAslan.“Iampletelyoutofce.Imustcraveyencefinthisunseemlyfashion.”

“Itbeesyouverywell，SmallOne，”

saidAslan.

“Allthesame，”

repliedReepicheep，“ifanythingcouldbedone...PerhapsherMajesty?”

aoLucy.

“Butwhatdoyouwantwithatail?”

askedAslan.

“Sir，”

saidtheMouse，“IdsleepanddiefwithoutoailisthehloryofaMouse.”

“Ihavesometimeswondered，friend，”

saidAslaheryoudonotthinktoomuchaboutyourhonour.”

“HighestofallHighKings，”

saidReepicheep，“permitmetoremindyouthataverysmallsizehasbeeowedonusMidifwedidnnity，some（orthbyinches）wouldallowthemselvesveryuriesatourexpeiswhyIhavebeeomakeitknownthatnoowishtofeelthisswordasnearhisheartasIreachshalltalkiTrapsorToastedCheeseoro，Sir—foolinNarnia!”

HereheglaredveryfiercelyupatWimbleweather，buttheGiant，aysastagebehindeveryoyetdiscoveredwhatwasbeidownathisfeet，andsomissedthepoint.

“Whyhaveyourfollowersalldrawntheirswords，mayIask?”

saidAslan.

“MayitpleaseyhMajesty，”

saidtheseouse，eepiceek，“weareallwaitingtocutoffourowntailsifourChiefmustgowithouthis.WewillheshameanhonourwhiiedtotheHighMouse.”