Half-way down the path Edmund caught up with her.
"Look!" he said in great excitement. "Look! What"s that shadow crawling down in front of us?"
"It"s his his shadow," said Lucy. shadow," said Lucy.
"I do believe you"re right, Lu," said Edmund. "I can"t think how I didn"t see it before. But where is he?"
"With his shadow, of course. Can"t you see him?"
"Well, I almost thought I did-for a moment. It"s such a rum light."
"Get on, King Edmund, get on," came Trumpkin"s voice from behind and above: and then, farther behind and still nearly at the top, Peter"s voice saying, "Oh, buck up, Susan. Give me your hand. Why, a baby could get down here. And do stop grousing."
In a few minutes they were at the bottom and the roaring of water filled their ears. Treading delicately, like a cat, Aslan stepped from stone to stone across the stream. In the middle he stopped, bent down to drink, and as he raised his s.h.a.ggy head, dripping from the water, he turned to face them again. This time Edmund saw him. "Oh, Aslan!" he cried, darting forward. But the Lion whisked round and began padding up the slope on the far side of the Rush.
"Peter, Peter," cried Edmund. "Did you see?"
"I saw something," said Peter. "But it"s so tricky in this moonlight. On we go, though, and three cheers for Lucy. I don"t feel half so tired now, either."
Aslan without hesitation led them to their left, farther up the gorge. The whole journey was odd and dream-like-the roaring stream, the wet gray gra.s.s, the glimmering cliffs which they were approaching, and always the glorious, silently pacing Beast ahead. Everyone except Susan and the Dwarf could see him now.
Presently they came to another steep path, up the face of the farther precipices. These were far higher than the ones they had just descended, and the journey up them was a long and tedious zigzag. Fortunately the Moon shone right above the gorge so that neither side was in shadow.
Lucy was nearly blown when the tail and hind legs of Aslan disappeared over the top: but with one last effort she scrambled after him and came out, rather shaky-legged and breathless, on the hill they had been trying to reach ever since they left Gla.s.swater. The long gentle slope (heather and gra.s.s and a few very big rocks that shone white in the moonlight) stretched up to where it vanished in a glimmer of trees about half a mile away. She knew it. It was the hill of the Stone Table.
With a jingling of mail the others climbed up behind her. Aslan glided on before them and they walked after him.
"Lucy," said Susan in a very small voice.
"Yes?" said Lucy.
"I see him now. I"m sorry."
"That"s all right."
"But I"ve been far worse than you know. I really believed it was him-he, I mean-yesterday. When he warned us not to go down to the fir wood. And I really believed it was him tonight, when you woke us up. I mean, deep down inside. Or I could have, if I"d let myself. But I just wanted to get out of the woods and-and-oh, I don"t know. And what ever am I to say to him?"
"Perhaps you won"t need to say much," suggested Lucy.
Soon they reached the trees and through them the children could see the Great Mound, Aslan"s How, which had been raised over the Table since their days.
"Our side don"t keep very good watch," muttered Trumpkin. "We ought to have been challenged before now-"
"Hush!" said the other four, for now Aslan had stopped and turned and stood facing them, looking so majestic that they felt as glad as anyone can who feels afraid, and as afraid as anyone can who feels glad. The boys strode forward: Lucy made way for them: Susan and the Dwarf shrank back.
"Oh, Aslan," said King Peter, dropping on one knee and raising the Lion"s heavy paw to his face, "I"m so glad. And I"m so sorry. I"ve been leading them wrong ever since we started and especially yesterday morning."
"My dear son," said Aslan.
Then he turned and welcomed Edmund. "Well done," were his words.
Then, after an awful pause, the deep voice said, "Susan." Susan made no answer but the others thought she was crying. "You have listened to fears, child," said Aslan. "Come, let me breathe on you. Forget them. Are you brave again?"
"A little, Aslan," said Susan.
"And now!" said Aslan in a much louder voice with just a hint of roar in it, while his tail lashed his flanks. "And now, where is this little Dwarf, this famous swordsman and archer, who doesn"t believe in lions? Come here, son of Earth, come HERE HERE!"-and the last word was no longer the hint of a roar but almost the real thing.
"Wraiths and wreckage!" gasped Trumpkin in the ghost of a voice. The children, who knew Aslan well enough to see that he liked the Dwarf very much, were not disturbed; but it was quite another thing for Trumpkin, who had never seen a lion before, let alone this Lion. He did the only sensible thing he could have done; that is, instead of bolting, he tottered toward Aslan.
Aslan pounced. Have you ever seen a very young kitten being carried in the mother cat"s mouth? It was like that. The Dwarf, hunched up in a little, miserable ball, hung from Aslan"s mouth. The Lion gave him one shake and all his armor rattled like a tinker"s pack and then-hey-presto-the Dwarf flew up in the air. He was as safe as if he had been in bed, though he did not feel so. As he came down the huge velvety paws caught him as gently as a mother"s arms and set him (right way up, too) on the ground.
"Son of Earth, shall we be friends?" asked Aslan.
"Ye-he-he-hes," panted the Dwarf, for it had not yet got its breath back.
"Now," said Aslan. "The Moon is setting. Look behind you: there is the dawn beginning. We have no time to lose. You three, you sons of Adam and son of Earth, hasten into the Mound and deal with what you will find there."
The Dwarf was still speechless and neither of the boys dared to ask if Aslan would follow them. All three drew their swords and saluted, then turned and jingled away into the dusk. Lucy noticed that there was no sign of weariness in their faces: both the High King and King Edmund looked more like men than boys.
The girls watched them out of sight, standing close beside Aslan. The light was changing. Low down in the east, Aravir, the morning star of Narnia, gleamed like a little moon. Aslan, who seemed larger than before, lifted his head, shook his mane, and roared.
The sound, deep and throbbing at first like an organ beginning on a low note, rose and became louder, and then far louder again, till the earth and air were shaking with it. It rose up from that hill and floated across all Narnia. Down in Miraz"s camp men woke, stared palely in one another"s faces, and grasped their weapons. Down below that in the Great River, now at its coldest hour, the heads and shoulders of the nymphs, and the great weedy-bearded head of the river-G.o.d, rose from the water. Beyond it, in every field and wood, the alert ears of rabbits rose from their holes, the sleepy heads of birds came out from under wings, owls hooted, vixens barked, hedgehogs grunted, the trees stirred. In towns and villages mothers pressed babies close to their b.r.e.a.s.t.s, staring with wild eyes, dogs whimpered, and men leaped up groping for lights. Far away on the northern frontier the mountain giants peered from the dark gateways of their castles.
What Lucy and Susan saw was a dark something coming to them from almost every direction across the hills. It looked first like a black mist creeping on the ground, then like the stormy waves of a black sea rising higher and higher as it came on, and then, at last, like what it was-woods on the move. All the trees of the world appeared to be rushing toward Aslan. But as they drew nearer they looked less like trees, and when the whole crowd, bowing and curtsying and waving thin long arms to Aslan, were all around Lucy, she saw that it was a crowd of human shapes. Pale birch-girls were tossing their heads, willow-women pushed back their hair from their brooding faces to gaze on Aslan, the queenly beeches stood still and adored him, s.h.a.ggy oak-men, lean and melancholy elms, shock-headed hollies (dark themselves, but their wives all bright with berries) and gay rowans, all bowed and rose again, shouting, "Aslan, Aslan!" in their various husky or creaking or wave-like voices.
The crowd and the dance round Aslan (for it had become a dance once more) grew so thick and rapid that Lucy was confused. She never saw where certain other people came from who were soon capering about among the trees. One was a youth, dressed only in a fawn-skin, with vine-leaves wreathed in his curly hair. His face would have been almost too pretty for a boy"s, if it had not looked so extremely wild. You felt, as Edmund said when he saw him a few days later, "There"s a chap who might do anything-absolutely anything." He seemed to have a great many names-Bromios, Ba.s.sareus, and the Ram were three of them. There were a lot of girls with him, as wild as he. There was even, unexpectedly, someone on a donkey. And everybody was laughing: and everybody was shouting out, "Euan, euan, eu-oi-oi-oi."
"Is it a Romp, Aslan?" cried the youth. And apparently it was. But nearly everyone seemed to have a different idea as to what they were playing. It may have been Tig, but Lucy never discovered who was It. It was rather like Blind Man"s Buff, only everyone behaved as if they were blindfolded. It was not unlike Hunt the Slipper, but the slipper was never found. What made it more complicated was that the man on the donkey, who was old and enormously fat, began calling out at once, "Refreshments! Time for refreshments," and falling off his donkey and being bundled on to it again by the others, while the donkey was under the impression that the whole thing was a circus and tried to give a display of walking on its hind legs. And all the time there were more and more vine leaves everywhere. And soon not only leaves but vines. They were climbing up everything. They were running up the legs of the tree people and circling round their necks. Lucy put up her hands to push back her hair and found she was pushing back vine branches. The donkey was a ma.s.s of them. His tail was completely entangled and something dark was nodding between his ears. Lucy looked again and saw it was a bunch of grapes. After that it was mostly grapes-overhead and underfoot and all around.
"Refreshments! Refreshments," roared the old man. Everyone began eating, and whatever hothouses your people may have, you have never tasted such grapes. Really good grapes, firm and tight on the outside, but bursting into cool sweetness when you put them into your mouth, were one of the things the girls had never had quite enough of before. Here, there were more than anyone could possibly want, and no table-manners at all. One saw sticky and stained fingers everywhere, and, though mouths were full, the laughter never ceased nor the yodeling cries of Euan, euan, eu-oi-oi-oi-oi Euan, euan, eu-oi-oi-oi-oi, till all of a sudden everyone felt at the same moment that the game (whatever it was), and the feast, ought to be over, and everyone flopped down breathless on the ground and turned their faces to Aslan to hear what he would say next.
At that moment the sun was just rising and Lucy remembered something and whispered to Susan, "I say, Su, I know who they are."
"Who?"
"The boy with the wild face is Bacchus and the old one on the donkey is Silenus. Don"t you remember Mr. Tumnus telling us about them long ago?"
"Yes, of course. But I say, Lu-"
"What?"
"I wouldn"t have felt safe with Bacchus and all his wild girls if we"d met them without Aslan."
"I should think not," said Lucy.
Twelve
SORCERY AND SUDDEN VENGEANCE
MEANWHILE TRUMPKIN AND THE TWO boys arrived at the dark little stone archway which led into the inside of the Mound, and two sentinel badgers (the white patches on their cheeks were all Edmund could see of them) leaped up with bared teeth and asked them in snarling voices, "Who goes there?"
"Trumpkin," said the Dwarf. "Bringing the High King of Narnia out of the far past."
The badgers nosed at the boys" hands. "At last," they said. "At last."
"Give us a light, friends," said Trumpkin.
The badgers found a torch just inside the arch and Peter lit it and handed it to Trumpkin. "The D.L.F. had better lead," he said. "We don"t know our way about this place."
Trumpkin took the torch and went ahead into the dark tunnel. It was a cold, black, musty place, with an occasional bat fluttering in the torchlight, and plenty of cobwebs. The boys, who had been mostly in the open air ever since that morning at the railway station, felt as if they were going into a trap or a prison.
"I say, Peter," whispered Edmund. "Look at those carvings on the walls. Don"t they look old? And yet we"re older than that. When we were last here, they hadn"t been made."
"Yes," said Peter. "That makes one think."
The Dwarf went on ahead and then turned to the right, and then to the left, and then down some steps, and then to the left again. Then at last they saw a light ahead-light from under a door. And now for the first time they heard voices, for they had come to the door of the central chamber. The voices inside were angry ones. Someone was talking so loudly that the approach of the boys and the Dwarf had not been heard.
"Don"t like the sound of that," whispered Trumpkin to Peter. "Let"s listen for a moment." All three stood perfectly still on the outside of the door.
"You know well enough," said a voice ("That"s the King," whispered Trumpkin), "why the Horn was not blown at sunrise this morning. Have you forgotten that Miraz fell upon us almost before Trumpkin had gone, and we were fighting for our lives for the s.p.a.ce of three hours and more? I blew it when first I had a breathing s.p.a.ce."
"I"m not likely to forget it," came the angry voice, "when my Dwarfs bore the brunt of the attack and one in five of them fell." ("That"s Nikabrik," whispered Trumpkin.) "For shame, Dwarf," came a thick voice ("Trufflehunter"s," said Trumpkin). "We all did as much as the Dwarfs and none more than the King."
"Tell that tale your own way for all I care," answered Nikabrik. "But whether it was that the Horn was blown too late, or whether there was no magic in it, no help has come. You, you great clerk, you master magician, you know-all; are you still asking us to hang our hopes on Aslan and King Peter and all the rest of it?"
"I must confess-I cannot deny it-that I am deeply disappointed in the results of the operation," came the answer. ("That"ll be Doctor Cornelius," said Trumpkin.) "To speak plainly," said Nikabrik, "your wallet"s empty, your eggs addled, your fish uncaught, your promises broken. Stand aside then and let others work. And that is why-"
"The help will come," said Trufflehunter. "I stand by Aslan. Have patience, like us beasts. The help will come. It may be even now at the door."
"Pah!" snarled Nikabrik. "You badgers would have us wait till the sky falls and we can all catch larks. I tell you we can"t can"t wait. Food is running short; we lose more than we can afford at every encounter; our followers are slipping away." wait. Food is running short; we lose more than we can afford at every encounter; our followers are slipping away."
"And why?" asked Trufflehunter. "I"ll tell you why. Because it is noised among them that we have called on the Kings of old and the Kings of old have not answered. The last words Trumpkin spoke before he went (and went, most likely, to his death) were, "If you must blow the Horn, do not let the army know why you blow it or what you hope from it." But that same evening everyone seemed to know."
"You"d better have shoved your gray snout in a hornets" nest, Badger, than suggest that I am the blab," said Nikabrik. "Take it back, or-"
"Oh, stop it, both of you," said King Caspian. "I want to know what it is that Nikabrik keeps on hinting we should do. But before that, I want to know who those two strangers are whom he has brought into our council and who stand there with their ears open and their mouths shut."
"They are friends of mine," said Nikabrik. "And what better right have you yourself to be here than that you are a friend of Trumpkin"s and the Badger"s? And what right has that old dotard in the black gown to be here except that he is your friend? Why am I to be the only one who can"t bring in his friends?"
"His Majesty is the King to whom you have sworn allegiance," said Trufflehunter sternly.
"Court manners, court manners," sneered Nikabrik. "But in this hole we may talk plainly. You know-and he knows-that this Telmarine boy will be king of nowhere and n.o.body in a week unless we can help him out of the trap in which he sits."
"Perhaps," said Cornelius, "your new friends would like to speak for themselves? You there, who and what are you?"
"Worshipful Master Doctor," came a thin, whining voice. "So please you, I"m only a poor old woman, I am, and very obliged to his Worshipful Dwarfship for his friendship, I"m sure. His Majesty, bless his handsome face, has no need to be afraid of an old woman that"s nearly doubled up with the rheumatics and hasn"t two sticks to put under her kettle. I have some poor little skill-not like yours, Master Doctor, of course-in small spells and cantrips that I"d be glad to use against our enemies if it was agreeable to all concerned. For I hate "em. Oh yes. No one hates better than me."
"That is all most interesting and-er-satisfactory," said Doctor Cornelius. "I think I now know what you are, Madam. Perhaps your other friend, Nikabrik, would give some account of himself?"
A dull, gray voice at which Peter"s flesh crept replied, "I"m hunger. I"m thirst. Where I bite, I hold till I die, and even after death they must cut out my mouthful from my enemy"s body and bury it with me. I can fast a hundred years and not die. I can lie a hundred nights on the ice and not freeze. I can drink a river of blood and not burst. Show me your enemies."
"And it is in the presence of these two that you wish to disclose your plan?" said Caspian.
"Yes," said Nikabrik. "And by their help that I mean to execute it."
There was a minute or two during which Trumpkin and the boys could hear Caspian and his two friends speaking in low voices but could not make out what they were saying. Then Caspian spoke aloud.
"Well, Nikabrik," he said, "we will hear your plan."
There was a pause so long that the boys began to wonder if Nikabrik were ever going to begin; when he did, it was in a lower voice, as if he himself did not much like what he was saying.
"All said and done," he muttered, "none of us knows the truth about the ancient days in Narnia. Trumpkin believed none of the stories. I was ready to put them to the trial. We tried first the Horn and it has failed. If there ever was a High King Peter and a Queen Susan and a King Edmund and a Queen Lucy, then either they have not heard us, or they cannot come, or they are our enemies-"
"Or they are on the way," put in Trufflehunter.
"You can go on saying that till Miraz has fed us all to his dogs. As I was saying, we have tried one link in the chain of old legends, and it has done us no good. Well. But when your sword breaks, you draw your dagger. The stories tell of other powers besides the ancient Kings and Queens. How if we could call them them up?" up?"
"If you mean Aslan," said Trufflehunter, "it"s all one calling on him and on the Kings. They were his servants. If he will not send them (but I make no doubt he will), is he more likely to come himself?"
"No. You"re right there," said Nikabrik. "Aslan and the Kings go together. Either Aslan is dead, or he is not on our side. Or else something stronger than himself keeps him back. And if he did come-how do we know he"d be our friend? He was not always a good friend to Dwarfs by all that"s told. Not even to all beasts. Ask the Wolves. And anyway, he was in Narnia only once that I ever heard of, and he didn"t stay long. You may drop Aslan out of the reckoning. I was thinking of someone else."
There was no answer, and for a few minutes it was so still that Edmund could hear the wheezy and snuffling breath of the Badger.
"Who do you mean?" said Caspian at last.
"I mean a power so much greater than Aslan"s that it held Narnia spellbound for years and years, if the stories are true."
"The White Witch!" cried three voices all at once, and from the noise Peter guessed that three people had leaped to their feet.
"Yes," said Nikabrik very slowly and distinctly, "I mean the Witch. Sit down again. Don"t all take fright at a name as if you were children. We want power: and we want a power that will be on our side. As for power, do not the stories say that the Witch defeated Aslan, and bound him, and killed him on that very stone which is over there, just beyond the light?"
"But they also say that he came to life again," said the Badger sharply.