CHAPTER SIX SHASTA AMONG THE TOMBS（第3/4页）

He was just going to run for it when suddenly, between him and the desert, a huge animal bounded into view. As the moon was behind it,it looked quite black,and Shasta did not know what it was, except that it had a very big, shaggy head and went on four legs. It did not seem to have noticed Shasta, for it suddenly stopped, turned its head towards the desert and let out a roar which re-echoed through the Tombs and seemed to shake the sand under Shasta' s feet. The cries of the other creatures suddenly stoppd and he thought he could hear feet scampering away. Then the great beast turned to examine Shasta.

"It's a lion, I know it's a lion," thought Shasta."I'm done. I wonder will it hurt much.I wish it was over. I wonder does anything happen to people after they' re dead. O-o-oh ! Here it comes !"And he shut his eyes and his teeth tight.

But instead of teeth and claws he only felt something warm lying down at his feet. And when he opened his eyes he said,"Why, it' s not nearly as big as I thought !It' s only half the size. No, it isn' t even quarter the size.I do declare it' s only the cat ! I must have dreamed all that about its being as big as a horse."

And whether he really had been dreaming or not, what was now lying at his feet, and staring him out of countenance with its big, green, unwinking eyes, was the cat;though certainly one of the largest cats he had ever seen.

"Oh, Puss," gasped Shasta."I am so glad to see you again. I' ve been having such horrible dreams."And he at once lay down again, back to back with the cat as they had been at the beginning of the night.The warmth from it spread all over him.

"I'll never do anything nasty to a cat again as long as I live," said Shasta,half to the cat and half to himself."! did once, you know. I threw stones at a half-starved mangy old stray. Hey ! Stop that. " For the cat had turned round and given him a scratch. "None of that," said Shasta."It isn't as if you could understand what I' m saying."Then he dozed off.

Next morning when he woke, the cat was gone, the sun was already up, and the sand hot. Shasta, very thirsty, sat up and rubbed his eyes. The desert was blindingly white and, though there was a murmur of noises from the city behind him, where he sat everything was perfectly still. When he looked a little left and west, so that the sun was not in his eyes, he could see the mountains on the far side of the desert, so sharp and clear that they looked only a stone' s throw away. He particularly noticed one blue height that divided into two peaks at the top and decided that it must be Mount Pire."That's our direction, judging by what the Raven said," he thought, "so I'll just make sure of it, so as not to waste any time when the others turn up."So he made a good, deep straight furrow with his foot pointing exactly to Mount Pire.

The next job, clearly, was to get something to eat and drink. Shasta trotted back through the Tombs—they looked quite ordinary now and he wondered how he could ever have been afraid of them-and down into the cultivated land by the river' s side. There were a few people about but not very many, for the city gates had been open several hours and the early morning crowds had already gone in. So he had no diffculty in doing a little"raiding" (as Bree called it). It involved a climb over a garden wall and the results were three oranges,a melon,a fig or two, and a pomegranate. After that, he went down to the river bank, but not too near the bridge, and had a drink. The water was so nice that he took off his hot, dirty clothes and had a dip;for of course Shasta, having lived on the shore all his life, had learned to swim almost as soon as he had learned to walk. When he came out he lay on the grass looking across the water at Tashbaan-all the splendour and strength and glory of it. But that made him remember the dangers of it too. He suddenly realized that the others might have reached the Tombs while he was bathing ("and gone on without me, as likely as not"), so he dressed in a fright and tore back at such a speed that he was all hot and thirsty when he arrived and so the good of his bathe was gone.