the horse and his boy_c·s·刘易斯-第12章
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heres nothing like having your face towards the danger and having something warm and solid at your back。 the sand wouldnt have seemed very fortable to you； but shasta had been sleeping on the ground for weeks and hardly noticed it。 very soon he fell asleep； though even in his dreams he went on wondering what had happened to bree and aravis and hwin。
he was wakened suddenly by a noise he had never heard before。 〃perhaps it was only a nightmare；〃 said shasta to himself。 at the same moment he noticed that the cat had gone from his back； and he wished it hadnt。 but he lay quite still without even opening his eyes because he felt sure he would be more frightened if he sat up and looked round at the tombs and the loneliness： just as you or i might lie still with the clothes over our heads。 but then the noise came again … a harsh； piercing cry from behind him out of the desert。 then of course he had to open his eyes and sit up。
the moon was shining brightly。 the tombs … far bigger and nearer than he had thought they would be … looked grey in the moonlight。 in fact； they looked horribly like huge people； draped in grey robes that covered their heads and faces。 they were not at all nice things to have near you when spending a night alone in a strange place。 but the noise had e from the opposite side； from the desert。 shasta had to turn his back on the tombs （he didnt like that much） and stare out across the level sand。 the wild cry rang out again。
〃i hope its not more lions；〃 thought shasta。 it was in fact not very like the lions roars he had heard on the night when they met hwin and aravis； and was really the cry of a jackal。 but of course shasta did not know this。 even if he had known； he would not have wanted very much to meet a jackal。
the cries rang out again and again。 〃theres more than one of them； whatever they are；鈥�
thought shasta。 〃and theyre ing nearer。鈥�
i suppose that if he had been an entirely sensible boy he would have gone back through the tombs nearer to the river where there were houses； and wild beasts would be less likely to e。 but then there were （or he thought there were） the ghouls。 to go back through the tombs would mean going past those dark openings in the tombs； and what might e out of them？ it may have been silly； but shasta felt he would rather risk the wild beasts。 then； as the cries came nearer and nearer； he began to change his mind。
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 shastas 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。
〃its a lion； i know its a lion；〃 thought shasta。 〃im done。 i wonder will it hurt much。 i wish it was over。 i wonder does anything happen to people after theyre dead。 o…o…oh！
here it es！〃 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； its not nearly as big as i thought！ its only half the size。 no； it isnt even quarter the size。 i do declare its only the cat！！ i must have dreamed all that about its being as big as a horse。鈥�
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。 ive 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。
〃ill never do anything nasty to a cat again as long as i live；〃 said shasta； half to the cat and half to himself。 〃i 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 isnt as if you could understand what im 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 stones throw away。 he particularly noticed one blue height that divided into two peaks at the top and decided that it must be mount pire。 〃thats our direction； judging by what the raven said；〃 he thought； 〃so ill 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 rivers 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。
like most days when you are alone and waiting for something this day seemed about a hundred hours long。 he had plenty to think of； of course； but sitting alone； just thinking； is pretty slow。 he thought a good deal about the narnians and especially about corin。 he wondered what had happened when they discovered that the boy who had been lying on the sofa and hearing all their secret plans wasnt really corin at all。 it was very unpleasant to think of all those nice people imagining him a traitor。
but as the sun slowly； slowly climbed up to the top of the sky and then slowly； slowly began going downwards to the west； and no one came and nothing at all happened； he began to get more and more anxious。 and of course he now realized that when they arranged to wait for one another at the tombs no one had said anything about how long。
he couldnt wait here for the rest of his life！ and soon it would be dark again； and he would have another night just like last night。 a dozen different plans went through his head； all wretched ones； and at last he fixed on the worst plan of all。 he decided to wait till it was dark and then go back to the river and steal as many melons as he could carry and set out for mount pire alone； trusting for his direction to the line he had drawn that morning in the sand。 it was a crazy idea and if he had read as many books as you have about journeys over deserts he would never have dreamed of it。 but shasta had read no books at all。
before the sun set something did happen。 shasta was sitting in the shadow of one of the tombs when he looked up and saw two horses ing towards him。 then his heart gave a great leap； for he recognized them as bree and hwin。 but the next moment his heart went down into his toes again。 there was no sign of aravis。 the horses were being led by a strange man； an armed man pretty handsomely dressed like an upper slave in a great family。 bree and hwin were no longer got up like pack…horses； but saddled and bridled。
and what could it all mean？ 〃its a trap；〃 thought shasta。 〃somebody has caught aravis and perhaps theyve tortured her and shes given the whole thing away。 they want me to jump out and run up and speak to bree and then ill be caught too！ and yet if i dont； i may be losing my only chance to meet the others。 oh i do wish i knew what had happened。〃 and he skulked behind the tomb； looking out every few minutes； and wondering which was the least dangerous thing to do。
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CHAPTER SEVEN
澶А〃鐢煟哄皬。。璇础＄綉
aravis in tashbaan what had really happened was this。 when aravis saw shasta hurried
