CHAPTER TWELVE SHASTA IN NARNIA（第2/4页）

And so it went on. Every few minutes they were joined by other creatures, some from the branches overhead and some from little underground houses at their feet, till the party consisted of five rabbits, a squirrel, two magpies, a goat-foot faun, and a mouse, who all talked at the same time and all agreed with the Hedgehog. For the truth was that in that golden age when the Witch and the Winter had gone and Peter the High King ruled at Cair Paravel, the smaller woodland people of Narnia were so safe and happy that they were getting a little careless.

Presently, however, two more practical people arrived in the little wood. One was a Red Dwarf whose name appeared to be Duffle. The other was a stag, a beautiful lordly creature with wide liquid eyes, dappled flanks and legs so thin and graceful that they looked as if you could break them with two fingers.

"Lion alive !" roared the Dwarf as soon as he had heard the news. "And if that's so, why are we all standing still, chattering ? Enemies at Anvard !News must be sent to Cair Paravel at once. The army must be called out.Narnia must go to the aid of King Lune."

"Ah !" said the Hedgehog."But you won't find the High King at the Cair. He s away to the North trouncing those giants. And talking of giants, neighbours, that puts me in mind—"

"Who'll take our message ?" interrupted the Dwarf.

"Anyone here got more speed than me ?"

"I've got speed,"said the Stag."What's my message? How many Calormenes ?"

"Two hundred: under Prince Rabadash. And-" But the Stag was already away-all four legs off the ground at once, and in a moment its white stern had disappeared among the remoter trees.

"Wonder where he's going," said a Rabbit. "He won't find the High King at Cair Paravel, you know."

"He'll find Queen Lucy," said Duffle."And then hullo ! What s wrong with the Human ? It looks pretty green.Why, I do believe it s quite faint.Perhaps it s mortal hungry.When did you last have a meal,youngster ?"

"Yesterday morning," said Shasta weakly.

"Come on, then, come on," said the Dwarf, at once throwing his thick little arms round Shasta s waist to support him.

"Why, neighbours,we ought all to be ashamed of ourselves ! You come with me, lad.Breakfast ! Better than talking."

With a great deal of bustle, muttering reproaches to itself, the Dwarf half led and half supported Shasta at a great speed further into the wood and a little downhill. It was a longer walk than Shasta wanted at that moment and his legs had begun to feel very shaky before they came out from the trees on to bare hillside. There they found a little house with a smoking chimney and an open door,and as they came to the doorway Duffle called out,

"Hey, brothers ! A visitor for breakfast." And immediately,mixed with a sizzling sound,there came to Shasta a simply delightful smell. It was one he had never smelled in his life before, but I hope you have. It was, in fact, the smell of bacon and eggs and mushrooms all frying in a pan.

"Mind your head, lad," said Duffle a moment too late, for Shasta had already bashed his forehead against the low lintel of the door."Now," continued the Dwarf,"sit you down. The table s a bit low for you, but then the stool s low too. That s right. And here s porridge-and here s a jug of cream—and here s a spoon."

By the time Shasta had finished his porridge, the Dwarf s two brothers (whose names were Rogin and Bricklethumb) were putting the dish of bacon and eggs and mushrooms, and the coffee pot and the hot milk,and the toast,on the table.

It was all new and wonderful to Shasta for Calormene food is quite different. He didn t even know what the slices of brown stuff were, for he had never seen toast before. He didn t know what the yellow soft thing they smeared on the toast was, because in Calormen you nearly always get oil instead of butter. And the house itself was quite different from the dark, frowsty, fish-smelling but of Arsheesh and from the pillared and carpeted halls in the palaces of Tashbaan. The roof was very low, and everything was made of wood, and there was a cuckoo-clock and a red-and-white checked table-cloth and a bowl of wild flowers and little curtains on the thick-paned windows. It was also rather troublesome having to use dwarf cups and plates and knives and forks. This meant that helpings were very small, but then there were a great many helpings, so that Shasta s plate or cup was being filled every moment, and every moment the Dwarfs themselves were saying,"Butter please", or"Another cup of coffee", or"I'd like a few more mushrooms", or"What about frying another egg or so ?"And when at last they had all eaten as much as they possibly could the three Dwarfs drew lots for who would do the washing-up, and Rogin was the unlucky one. Then Duffle and Bricklethumb took Shasta outside to a bench which ran against the cottage wall, and they all stretched out their legs and gave a great sigh of contentment and the two Dwarfs lit their pipes. The dew was off the grass now and the sun was warm;indeed, if there hadn t been a light breeze, it would have been too hot.