He flew upon the chief soldier like lightning. Eustace, who had drawn his sword when he saw the King draw his, rushed at the other one: his face was deadly pale, but I wouldn"t blame him for that. And he had the luck that beginners sometimes do have. He forgot all that Tirian had tried to teach him that afternoon, slashed wildly (indeed I"m not sure his eyes weren"t shut) and suddenly found, to his own great surprise, that the Calormene lay dead at his feet. And though that was a great relief, it was, at the moment, rather frightening. The King"s fight lasted a second or two longer: then he too had killed his man and shouted to Eustace, ""Ware the other two."
But the Dwarfs had settled the two remaining Calormenes. There was no enemy left.
"Well struck, Eustace!" cried Tirian, clapping him on the back. "Now, Dwarfs, you are free. Tomorrow I will lead you to free all Narnia. Three cheers for Aslan!"
But the result which followed was simply wretched. There was a feeble attempt from a few dwarfs (about five) which died away all at once: from several others there were sulky growls. Many said nothing at all.
"Don"t they understand?" said Jill impatiently. "What"s wrong with all you Dwarfs? Don"t you hear what the King says? It"s all over. The Ape isn"t going to rule Narnia any longer. Everyone can go back to ordinary life. You can have fun again. Aren"t you glad?"
After a pause of nearly a minute a not-very-nice-looking Dwarf with hair and beard as black as soot said: "And who might you be, Missie?"
"I"m Jill," she said. "The same Jill who rescued King Rilian from the enchantment-and this is Eustace who did it too-and we"ve come back from another world after hundreds of years. Aslan sent us."
The Dwarfs all looked at one another with grins; sneering grins, not merry ones.
"Well," said the Black Dwarf (whose name was Griffle), "I don"t know how all you chaps feel, but I feel I"ve heard as much about Aslan as I want to for the rest of my life."
"That"s right, that"s right," growled the other Dwarfs. "It"s all a plant, all a blooming plant."
"What do you mean?" said Tirian. He had not been pale when he was fighting but he was pale now. He had thought this was going to be a beautiful moment, but it was turning out more like a bad dream.
"You must think we"re blooming soft in the head, that you must," said Griffle. "We"ve been taken in once and now you expect us to be taken in again the next minute. We"ve no more use for stories about Aslan, see! Look at him! An old moke with long ears!"
"By heaven, you make me mad," said Tirian. "Which of us said that that was Aslan? That is the Ape"s imitation of the real Aslan. Can"t you understand?" was Aslan? That is the Ape"s imitation of the real Aslan. Can"t you understand?"
"And you"ve got a better imitation, I suppose!" said Griffle. "No thanks. We"ve been fooled once and we"re not going to be fooled again."
"I have not," said Tirian angrily, "I serve the real Aslan."
"Where"s he? Who"s he? Show him to us!" said several Dwarfs.
"Do you think I keep him in my wallet, fools?" said Tirian. "Who am I that I could make Aslan appear at my bidding? He"s not a tame lion."
The moment those words were out of his mouth he realized that he had made a false move. The Dwarfs at once began repeating "not a tame lion, not a tame lion," in a jeering sing-song. "That"s what the other lot kept on telling us," said one.
"Do you mean you don"t believe in the real Aslan?" said Jill. "But I"ve seen him. And he has sent us two here out of a different world."
"Ah," said Griffle with a broad smile. "So you you say. They"ve taught you your stuff all right. Saying your lessons, ain"t you?" say. They"ve taught you your stuff all right. Saying your lessons, ain"t you?"
"Churl," cried Tirian, "will you give a lady the lie to her very face?"
"You keep a civil tongue in your head, Mister," replied the Dwarf. "I don"t think we want any more Kings-if you are are Tirian, which you don"t look like him-no more than we want any Aslans. We"re going to look after ourselves from now on and touch our caps to n.o.body. See?" Tirian, which you don"t look like him-no more than we want any Aslans. We"re going to look after ourselves from now on and touch our caps to n.o.body. See?"
"That"s right," said the other Dwarfs. "We"re on our own now. No more Aslan, no more Kings, no more silly stories about other worlds. The Dwarfs are for the Dwarfs." And they began to fall into their places and to get ready for marching back to wherever they had come from.
"Little beasts!" said Eustace. "Aren"t you even going to say thank you thank you for being saved from the salt-mines?" for being saved from the salt-mines?"
"Oh, we know all about that," said Griffle over his shoulder. "You wanted to make use of us, that"s why you rescued us. You"re playing some game of your own. Come on you chaps."
And the Dwarfs struck up the queer little marching song which goes with the drum-beat, and off they tramped into the darkness.
Tirian and his friends stared after them. Then he said the single word "Come," and they continued their journey.
They were a silent party, Puzzle felt himself to be still in disgrace, and also he didn"t really quite understand what had happened. Jill, besides being disgusted with the Dwarfs, was very impressed with Eustace"s victory over the Calormene and felt almost shy. As for Eustace, his heart was still beating rather quickly. Tirian and Jewel walked sadly together in the rear. The King had his arm on the Unicorn"s shoulder and sometimes the Unicorn nuzzled the King"s cheek with his soft nose. They did not try to comfort one another with words. It wasn"t very easy to think of anything to say that would be comforting. Tirian had never dreamed that one of the results of an Ape"s setting up a false Aslan would be to stop people from believing in the real one. He had felt quite sure that the Dwarfs would rally to his side the moment he showed them how they had been deceived. And then next night he would have led them to Stable Hill and shown Puzzle to all the creatures and everyone would have turned against the Ape and, perhaps after a scuffle with the Calormenes, the whole thing would have been over. But now, it seemed, he could count on nothing. How many other Narnians might turn the same way as the Dwarfs?
"Somebody"s coming after us, I think," said Puzzle suddenly.
They stopped and listened. Sure enough, there was a thump-thump of small feet behind them.
"Who goes there!" shouted the King.
"Only me, Sire," came a voice. "Me, Poggin the Dwarf. I"ve only just managed to get away from the others. I"m on your side, Sire: and on Aslan"s. If you can put a Dwarfish sword in my fist, I"d gladly strike a blow on the right side before all"s done."
Everyone crowded round him and welcomed him and praised him and slapped him on the back. Of course one single Dwarf could not make a very great difference, but it was somehow very cheering to have even one. The whole party brightened up. But Jill and Eustace didn"t stay bright for very long, for they were now yawning their heads off and too tired to think about anything but bed.
It was at the coldest hour of the night, just before dawn, that they got back to the Tower. If there had been a meal ready for them they would have been glad enough to eat, but the bother and delay of getting one was not to be thought of. They drank from a stream,. splashed their faces with water, and tumbled into their bunks, except for Puzzle and Jewel who said they"d be more comfortable outside. This perhaps was just as well, for a Unicorn and a fat, full-grown Donkey indoors always make a room feel rather crowded.
Narnian Dwarfs, though less than four feet high, are for their size about the toughest and strongest creatures there are, so that Poggin, in spite of a heavy day and a late night, woke fully refreshed before any of the others. He at once took Jill"s bow, went out and shot a couple of wood pigeons. Then he sat plucking them on the doorstep and chatting to Jewel and Puzzle. Puzzle looked and felt a good deal better this morning. Jewel, being a Unicorn and therefore one of the n.o.blest and most delicate of beasts, had been very kind to him, talking to him about things of the sort they could both understand like gra.s.s and sugar and the care of one"s hoofs. When Jill and Eustace came out of the Tower yawning and rubbing their eyes at almost half past ten, the Dwarf showed them where they could gather plenty of a Narnian weed called Wild Fresney, which looks rather like our wood-sorrel but tastes a good deal nicer when cooked. (It needs a little b.u.t.ter and pepper to make it perfect, but they hadn"t these.) So that what with one thing and another, they had the makings of a capital stew for their breakfast or dinner, whichever you choose to call it. Tirian went a little further off into the wood with an axe and brought back some branches for fuel. While the meal was cooking-which seemed a very long time, especially as it smelled nicer and nicer the nearer it came to being done-the King found a complete Dwarfish outfit for Poggin: mail shirt, helmet, shield, sword, belt, and dagger. Then he inspected Eustace"s sword and found that Eustace had put it back in the sheath all messy from killing the Calormene. He was scolded for that and made to clean and polish it.
All this while Jill went to and fro, sometimes stirring the pot and sometimes looking out enviously at the Donkey and the Unicorn who were contentedly grazing. How many times that morning she wished she could eat gra.s.s!
But when the meal came everyone felt it had been worth waiting for, and there were second helpings all round. When everyone had eaten as much as he could, the three humans and the Dwarf came and sat on the doorstep, the four-footed ones lay down facing them, the Dwarf (with permission both from Jill and from Tirian) lit his pipe, and the King said: "Now, friend Poggin, you have more news of the enemy, belike, than we. Tell us all you know. And first, what tale do they tell of my escape?"
"As cunning a tale, Sire, as ever was devised," said Poggin. "It was the Cat, Ginger, who told it, and most likely made it up too. This Ginger, Sire-oh, he"s a slyboots if ever a cat was-said he was walking past the tree to which those villains bound your Majesty. And he said (saving your reverence) that you were howling and swearing and cursing Aslan: "language I wouldn"t like to repeat" were the words he used, looking ever so prim and proper-you know the way a Cat can when it pleases. And then, says Ginger, Aslan himself suddenly appeared in a flash of lightning and swallowed your Majesty up at one mouthful. All the Beasts trembled at this story and some fainted right away. And of course the Ape followed it up. There, he says, see what Aslan does to those who don"t respect him. Let that be a warning to you all. And the poor creatures wailed and whined and said, it will, it will. So that in the upshot your Majesty"s escape has not set them thinking whether you still have loyal friends to aid you, but only made them more afraid and more obedient to the Ape."
"What devilish policy!" said Tirian. "This Ginger, then, is close in the Ape"s counsels."
"It"s more a question by now, Sire, if the Ape is in his his counsels," replied the Dwarf. "The Ape has taken to drinking, you see. My belief is that the plot is now mostly carried on by Ginger or Rishda-that"s the Calormene captain. And I think some words that Ginger has scattered among the Dwarfs are chiefly to blame for the scurvy return they made you. And I"ll tell you why. One of those dreadful midnight meetings had just broken up the night before last and I"d gone a bit of the way home when I found I"d left my pipe behind. It was a real good "un, an old favorite, so I went back to look for it. But before I got to the place where I"d been sitting (it was black as pitch there) I heard a cat"s voice say counsels," replied the Dwarf. "The Ape has taken to drinking, you see. My belief is that the plot is now mostly carried on by Ginger or Rishda-that"s the Calormene captain. And I think some words that Ginger has scattered among the Dwarfs are chiefly to blame for the scurvy return they made you. And I"ll tell you why. One of those dreadful midnight meetings had just broken up the night before last and I"d gone a bit of the way home when I found I"d left my pipe behind. It was a real good "un, an old favorite, so I went back to look for it. But before I got to the place where I"d been sitting (it was black as pitch there) I heard a cat"s voice say Mew Mew and a Calormene voice say "here...speak softly," so I just stood as still as if I was frozen. And these two were Ginger and Rishda Tarkaan as they call him. "n.o.ble Tarkaan," said the Cat in that silky voice of his, "I just wanted to know exactly what we both meant today about Aslan meaning and a Calormene voice say "here...speak softly," so I just stood as still as if I was frozen. And these two were Ginger and Rishda Tarkaan as they call him. "n.o.ble Tarkaan," said the Cat in that silky voice of his, "I just wanted to know exactly what we both meant today about Aslan meaning no more no more than Tash." "Doubtless, most sagacious of cats," says the other, "you have perceived my meaning." "You mean," says Ginger, "that there"s no such person as either." "All who are enlightened know that," said the Tarkaan. "Then we can understand one another," purrs the Cat. "Do you, like me, grow a little weary of the Ape?" "A stupid, greedy brute," says the other, "but we must use him for the present. Thou and I must provide for all things in secret and make the Ape do our will." "And it would be better, wouldn"t it," said Ginger, "to let some of the more enlightened Narnians into our counsels: one by one as we find them apt. For the Beasts who really believe in Aslan may turn at any moment: and will, if the Ape"s folly betrays his secret. But those who care neither for Tash nor Aslan but have only an eye to their own profit and such reward as The Tisroc may give them when Narnia is a Calormene province, will be firm." "Excellent Cat," said the Captain. "But choose which ones carefully."" than Tash." "Doubtless, most sagacious of cats," says the other, "you have perceived my meaning." "You mean," says Ginger, "that there"s no such person as either." "All who are enlightened know that," said the Tarkaan. "Then we can understand one another," purrs the Cat. "Do you, like me, grow a little weary of the Ape?" "A stupid, greedy brute," says the other, "but we must use him for the present. Thou and I must provide for all things in secret and make the Ape do our will." "And it would be better, wouldn"t it," said Ginger, "to let some of the more enlightened Narnians into our counsels: one by one as we find them apt. For the Beasts who really believe in Aslan may turn at any moment: and will, if the Ape"s folly betrays his secret. But those who care neither for Tash nor Aslan but have only an eye to their own profit and such reward as The Tisroc may give them when Narnia is a Calormene province, will be firm." "Excellent Cat," said the Captain. "But choose which ones carefully.""
While the Dwarf had been speaking the day seemed to have changed. It had been sunny when they sat down. Now Puzzle shivered. Jewel shifted his head uneasily. Jill looked up.
"It"s clouding over," she said.
"And it"s so cold," said Puzzle.
"Cold enough, by the Lion!" said Tirian, blowing on his hands. "And faugh! What foul smell is this?"
"Phew!" gasped Eustace. "It"s like something dead? Is there a dead bird somewhere about? And why didn"t we notice it before?"
With a great upheaval Jewel scrambled to his feet and pointed with his horn.
"Look!" he cried. "Look at it! Look, look!"
Then all six of them saw; and over all their faces there came an expression of uttermost dismay.
Eight
WHAT NEWS THE EAGLE BROUGHT
IN THE SHADOW OF THE TREES ON THE far side of the clearing something was moving. It was gliding very slowly Northward. At first glance you might have mistaken it for smoke, for it was gray and you could see things through it. But the deathly smell was not the smell of smoke. Also, this thing kept its shape instead of billowing and curling as smoke would have done. It was roughly the shape of a man but it had the head of a bird; some bird of prey with a cruel, curved beak. It had four arms which it held high above its head, stretching them out Northward as if it wanted to s.n.a.t.c.h all Narnia in its grip; and its fingers-all twenty of them-were curved like its beak and had long, pointed, bird-like claws instead of nails. It floated on the gra.s.s instead of walking, and the gra.s.s seemed to wither beneath it. far side of the clearing something was moving. It was gliding very slowly Northward. At first glance you might have mistaken it for smoke, for it was gray and you could see things through it. But the deathly smell was not the smell of smoke. Also, this thing kept its shape instead of billowing and curling as smoke would have done. It was roughly the shape of a man but it had the head of a bird; some bird of prey with a cruel, curved beak. It had four arms which it held high above its head, stretching them out Northward as if it wanted to s.n.a.t.c.h all Narnia in its grip; and its fingers-all twenty of them-were curved like its beak and had long, pointed, bird-like claws instead of nails. It floated on the gra.s.s instead of walking, and the gra.s.s seemed to wither beneath it.
After one look at it Puzzle gave a screaming bray and darted into the Tower. And Jill (who was no coward, as you know) hid her face in her hands to shut out the sight of it. The others watched it for perhaps a minute, until it streamed away into the thicker trees on their right and disappeared. Then the sun came out again, and the birds once more began to sing.
Everyone started breathing properly again and moved. They had all been still as statues while it was in sight.
"What was it?" said Eustace in a whisper.
"I have seen it once before," said Tirian. "But that time it was carved in stone and overlaid with gold and had solid diamonds for eyes. It was when I was no older than thou, and had gone as a guest to The Tisroc"s court in Tashbaan. He took me into the great temple of Tash. There I saw it, carved above the altar."
"Then that-that thing-was Tash?" said Eustace.
But instead of answering him Tirian slipped his arm behind Jill"s shoulders and said, "How is it with you, Lady?"
"A-all right," said Jill, taking her hands away from her pale face and trying to smile. "I"m all right. It only made me feel a little sick for a moment."
"It seems, then," said the Unicorn, "that there is a real Tash, after all."
"Yes," said the Dwarf. "And this fool of an Ape, who didn"t believe in Tash, will get more than he bargained for! He called for Tash: Tash has come."
"Where has it-he-the Thing-gone to?" said Jill.
"North into the heart of Narnia," said Tirian. "It has come to dwell among us. They have called it and it has come."
"Ho, ho, ho!" chuckled the Dwarf, rubbing his hairy hands together. "It will be a surprise for the Ape. People shouldn"t call for demons unless they really mean what they say."
"Who knows if Tash will be visible to the Ape?" said Jewel.
"Where has Puzzle got to?" said Eustace.
They all shouted out Puzzle"s name and Jill went round to the other side of the Tower to see if he had gone there.
They were quite tired of looking for him when at last his large gray head peered cautiously out of the doorway and he said, "Has it gone away?" And when at last they got him to come out, he was shivering the way a dog shivers before a thunderstorm.
"I see now," said Puzzle, "that I really have been a very bad donkey. I ought never to have listened to Shift. I never thought things like this would begin to happen."
"If you"d spent less time saying you weren"t clever and more time trying to be as clever as you could-" began Eustace but Jill interrupted him.
"Oh leave poor old Puzzle alone," she said. "It was all a mistake; wasn"t it, Puzzle dear?" And she kissed him on the nose.
Though rather shaken by what they had seen, the whole party now sat down again and went on with their talk.
Jewel had little to tell them. While he was a prisoner he had spent nearly all his time tied up at the back of the stable, and had of course heard none of the enemies" plans. He had been kicked (he"d done some kicking back too) and beaten and threatened with death unless he would say that he believed it was Aslan who was brought out and shown to them by firelight every night. In fact he was going to be executed this very morning if he had not been rescued. He didn"t know what had happened to the Lamb.
The question they had to decide was whether they would go to Stable Hill again that night, show Puzzle to the Narnians and try to make them see how they had been tricked, or whether they should steal away Eastward to meet the help which Roonwit the Centaur was bringing up from Cair Paravel and return against the Ape and his Calormenes in force. Tirian would very much like to have followed the first plan: he hated the idea of leaving the Ape to bully his people one moment longer than need be. On the other hand, the way the Dwarfs had behaved last night was a warning. Apparently one couldn"t be sure how people would take it even if he showed them Puzzle. And there were the Calormene soldiers to be reckoned with. Poggin thought there were about thirty of them. Tirian felt sure that if the Narnians all rallied to his side, he and Jewel and the children and Poggin (Puzzle didn"t count for much) would have a good chance of beating them. But what if half the Narnians-including all the Dwarfs-just sat and looked, on? or even fought against him? The risk was too great. And there was, too, the cloudy shape of Tash. What might it do?
And then, as Poggin pointed out, there was no harm in leaving the Ape to deal with his own difficulties for a day or two. He would have no Puzzle to bring out and show now. It wasn"t easy to see what story he-or Ginger-could make up to explain that. If the Beasts asked night after night to see Aslan, and no Aslan was brought out, surely even the simplest of them would get suspicious.
In the end they all agreed that the best thing was to go off and try to meet Roonwit.
As soon as they had decided this, it was wonderful how much more cheerful everyone became. I don"t honestly think that this was because any of them was afraid of a fight (except perhaps Jill and Eustace). But I daresay that each of them, deep down inside, was very glad not to go any nearer-or not yet-to that horrible bird-headed thing which, visible or invisible, was now probably haunting Stable Hill. Anyway, one always feels better when one has made up one"s mind.
Tirian said they had better remove their disguises, as they didn"t want to be mistaken for Calormenes and perhaps attacked by any loyal Narnians they might meet. The Dwarf made up a horrid-looking mess of ashes from the hearth and grease out of the jar of grease which was kept for rubbing on swords and spear-heads. Then they took off their Calormene armor and went down to the stream. The nasty mixture made a lather just like soft soap: it was a pleasant, homely sight to see Tirian and the two children kneeling beside the water and scrubbing the backs of their necks or puffing and blowing as they splashed the lather off. Then they went back to the Tower with red, shiny faces, looking like people who have been given an extra good wash before a party. They rearmed themselves in true Narnian style, with straight swords and three-cornered shields. "Body of me," said Tirian. "That is better. I feel a true man again."
Puzzle begged very hard to have the lion-skin taken off him. He said it was too hot and the way it was rucked up on his back was uncomfortable: also, it made him look so silly. But they told him he would have to wear it a bit longer, for they still wanted to show him in that get-up to the other Beasts, even though they were now going to meet Roonwit first.
What was left of the pigeon-meat and rabbit-meat was not worth bringing away but they took some biscuits. Then Tirian locked the door of the Tower and that was the end of their stay there.
It was a little after two in the afternoon when they set out, and it was the first really warm day of that spring. The young leaves seemed to be much further out than yesterday: the snow-drops were over, but they saw several primroses. The sunlight slanted through the trees, birds sang, and always (though usually out of sight) there was the noise of running water. It was hard to think of horrible things like Tash. The children felt, "This is really Narnia at last." Even Tirian"s heart grew lighter as he walked ahead of them, humming an old Narnian marching song which had the refrain: Ho, rumble, rumble, rumble,Rumble drum belabored.
After the King came Eustace and Poggin the Dwarf. Poggin was telling Eustace the names of all the Narnian trees, birds, and plants which he didn"t know already. Sometimes Eustace would tell him about English ones.
After them came Puzzle, and after him Jill and Jewel walking very close together. Jill had, as you might say, quite fallen in love with the Unicorn. She thought-and she wasn"t far wrong-that he was the shiningest, delicatest, most graceful animal she had ever met: and he was so gentle and soft of speech that, if you hadn"t known, you would hardly have believed how fierce and terrible he could be in battle.
"Oh, this is is nice!" said Jill. "Just walking along like this. I wish there could be more of nice!" said Jill. "Just walking along like this. I wish there could be more of this this sort of adventure. It"s a pity there"s always so much happening in Narnia." sort of adventure. It"s a pity there"s always so much happening in Narnia."
But the Unicorn explained to her that she was quite mistaken. He said that the Sons and Daughters of Adam and Eve were brought out of their own strange world into Narnia only at times when Narnia was stirred and upset, but she mustn"t think it was always like that. In between their visits there were hundreds and thousands of years when peaceful King followed peaceful King till you could hardly remember their names or count their numbers, and there was really hardly anything to put into the History Books. And he went on to talk of old Queens and heroes whom she had never heard of. He spoke of Swanwhite the Queen who had lived before the days of the White Witch and the Great Winter, who was so beautiful that when she looked into any forest pool the reflection of her face shone out of the water like a star by night for a year and a day afterward. He spoke of Moonwood the Hare who had such ears that he could sit by Caldron Pool under the thunder of the great waterfall and hear what men spoke in whispers at Cair Paravel. He told how King Gale, who was ninth in descent from Frank the first of all Kings, had sailed far away into the Eastern seas and delivered the Lone Islanders from a dragon and how, in return, they had given him the Lone Islands to be part of the royal lands of Narnia forever. He talked of whole centuries in which all Narnia was so happy that notable dances and feasts, or at most tournaments, were the only things that could be remembered, and every day and week had been better than the last. And as he went on, the picture of all those happy years, all the thousands of them, piled up in Jill"s mind till it was rather like looking down from a high hill onto a rich, lovely plain full of woods and waters and cornfields, which spread away and away till it got thin and misty from distance. And she said: "Oh, I do hope we can soon settle the Ape and get back to those good, ordinary times. And then I hope they"ll go on forever and ever and ever. Our Our world is going to have an end some day. Perhaps this one won"t. Oh Jewel-wouldn"t it be lovely if Narnia just went on and on-like what you said it has been?" world is going to have an end some day. Perhaps this one won"t. Oh Jewel-wouldn"t it be lovely if Narnia just went on and on-like what you said it has been?"
"Nay, sister," answered Jewel, "all worlds draw to an end, except Aslan"s own country."
"Well, at least," said Jill, "I hope the end of this one is millions of millions of millions of years away-hallo! what are we stopping for?"
The King and Eustace and the Dwarf were all staring up at the sky. Jill shuddered, remembering what horrors they had seen already. But it was nothing of that sort this time. It was small, and looked black against the blue.
"I dare swear," said the Unicorn, "from its flight, that it is a Talking bird."
"So think I," said the King. "But is it a friend, or a spy of the Ape"s?"
"To me, Sire," said the Dwarf, "it has a look of Farsight the Eagle."
"Ought we to hide under the trees?" said Eustace.
"Nay," said Tirian, "best stand still as rocks. He would see us for certain if we moved."
"Look! He wheels, he has seen us already," said Jewel. "He is coming down in wide circles."