CHAPTER TEN THE SPELL BEGINS TO BREAK（第2/4页）

Lucy immediately stooped down and crawled in after him． Then she heard noises of scrambling and puffing and panting behind her and in a moment all five of them were inside．

“Wherever is this ？”said Peter’s voice，sounding tired and pale in the darkness．（I hope you know what I mean by a voice sounding pale．）

“It’s an old hiding-place for beavers in bad times，”said Mr. Beaver，“and a great secret．It’s not much of a place but we must get a few hours’ sleep．”

“If you hadn’t all been in such a plaguey fuss when we were starting，I’d have brought some pillows，”said Mrs. Beaver．

It wasn’t nearly such a nice cave as Mr. Tumnus’s，Lucy thought-just a hole in the ground but dry and earthy．It was very small so that when they all lay down they were all a bundle of clothes together，and what with that and being warmed up by their long walk they were really rather snug．If only the floor of the cave had been a little smoother ！ Then Mrs. Beaver handed round in the dark a little flask out of which everyone drank something-it made one cough and splutter a little and stung the throat，but it also made you feel deliciously warm after you’d swallowed it and everyone went straight to sleep．

It seemed to Lucy only the next minute（though really it was hours and hours later）when she woke up feeling a little cold and dreadfully stiff and thinking how she would like a hot bath．Then she felt a set of long whiskers tickling her cheek and saw the cold daylight coming in through the mouth of the cave．But immediately after that she was very wide awake indeed，and so was everyone else．In fact they were all sitting up with their mouths and eyes wide open listening to a sound which was the very sound they’d all been thinking of（and sometimes imagining they heard）during their walk last night．It was a sound of jingling bells．

Mr. Beaver was out of the cave like a flash the moment he heard it．Perhaps you think，as Lucy thought for a moment，that this was a very silly thing to do ？ But it was really a very sensible one.He knew he could scramble to the top of the bank among bushes and brambles without being seen；and he wanted above all things to see which way the Witch’s sledge went．The others all sat in the cave waiting and wondering．They waited nearly five minutes． Then they heard something that frightened them very much．They heard voices．“Oh，”thought Lucy，“he’s been seen．She’s caught him ！”

Great was their surprise when a little later，they heard Mr. Beaver’s voice calling to them from just outside the cave．

“It’s all right，”he was shouting．“Come out，Mrs. Beaver. Come out，Sons and Daughters of Adam．It’s all right ！ It isn’t Her ！”This was bad grammar of course，but that is how beavers talk when they are excited；I mean，in Narnia-in our world they usually don’t talk at all．

So Mrs. Beaver and the children came bundling out of the cave，all blinking in the daylight，and with earth all over them， and looking very frowsty and unbrushed and uncombed and with the sleep in their eyes．

“Come on ！”cried Mr. Beaver，who was almost dancing with delight．“Come and see ！ This is a nasty knock for the Witch ！ It looks as if her power is already crumbling．”

“What do you mean，Mr. Beaver ？”panted Peter as they all scrambled up the steep bank of the valley together．

“Didn’t I tell you，”answered Mr. Beaver，“that she’d made it always winter and never Christmas ？ Didn’t I tell you ？ Well，just come and see ！”

And then they were all at the top and did see．

It was a sledge，and it was reindeer with bells on their harness. But they were far bigger than the Witch’s reindeer，and they were not white but brown．And on the sledge sat a person whom everyone knew the moment they set eyes on him．He was a huge man．in a bright red robe（bright as hollyberries）with a hood that had fur inside it and a great white beard，that fell like a foamy waterfall over his chest．