The Narnia Chronicles, first published in 1950, have been and
remain some of the most enduringly popular ever published. The best
known, the Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, has been translated
into 29 languages! The illustrations in this book have been
coloured by the original artist, Pauline Baynes."Look sharp!"
shouted Edmund. "All catch hands and keep together. This is magic –
I can tell by the feeling. Quick!"The evil king Miraz and his army
can only mean trouble for Narnia, and Prince Caspian, rightful heir
to the throne, fears for the future of his country. He blows the
Great Horn in desperation, summoning Peter, Susan, Edmund and Lucy
to help with his difficult task – that of saving Narnia before its
freedom is lost forever.
關於作者：
C. S. Lewis Clive Staples Lewis, 1898-1963
was one of the intellectual giants of the twentieth century and
arguably one of the most influential writers of his day. He was a
Fellow and Tutor in English Literature at Oxford University until
1954, when he was unanimously elected to the Chair of Medieval and
Renaissance Literature at Cambridge University, a position he held
until his retirement. He wrote more than thirty books, allowing him
to reach a vast audience, and his works continue to attract
thousands of new readers every year. His most distinguished and
popular accomplishments include Mere Christianity, Out of the
Silent Planet, The Great Divorce, The Screwtape Letters, and the
universally acknowledged classics The Chronicles of Narnia. To
date, the Narnia books have sold over 100 million copies and been
transformed into three major motion pictures.
C.S.刘易斯，英国作家。曾执教于牛津大学1925～1954。1954～1963年任剑桥大学中世纪和文艺复兴英国文学教授。所著儿童故事集《纳尼亚传奇》情节动人，妙趣横生。其他作品有《爱情的寓言：对中世纪传统的研究》1936以及科幻小说三部曲《沉寂的星球》1938、《皮尔兰德拉星》1943和《黑暗之劫》1945等。
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Chapter Fourteen
How All Were Very Busy
A little before two o''clock, Trumpkin and the Badger sat with the
rest of the creatures at the wood''s edge looking across at the
gleaming line of Miraz''s army which was about two arrow-shots away.
In between, a square space of level grass had been staked for the
combat. At the two far corners stood Glozelle and Sopespian with
drawn swords. At the near corners were Giant Wimbleweather and the
Bulgy Bear, who in spite of all their warnings was sucking his paws
and looking, to tell the truth, uncommonly silly. To make up for
this, Glenstorm on the right of the lists, stock-still except when
he stamped a hind hoof occasionally on the turf, looked much more
imposing than the Telmarine baron who faced him on the left. Peter
had just shaken hands with Edmund and the Doctor, and was now
walking down to the combat. It was like the moment before the
pistol goes at an important race, but very much worse.
"I wish Aslan had turned up before it came to this," said
Trumpkin.
"So do I," said Trufflehunter. "But look behind you."
"Crows and crockery!" muttered the Dwarf as soon as he had done
so. "What are they? Huge people -- beautiful people -- like gods
and goddesses and giants. Hundreds and thousands of them, closing
in behind us. What are they?"
"It''s the Dryads and Hamadryads and Silvans," said Trufflehunter.
"Aslan has wakened them."
"Humph!" said the Dwarf. "That''ll be very useful if the enemy try
any treachery. But it won''t help the High King very much if Miraz
proves handier with his sword."
The Badger said nothing, for now Peter and Miraz were entering
the lists from opposite ends, both on foot, both in chain shirts,
with helmets and shields. They advanced till they were close
together. Both bowed and seemed to speak, but it was impossible to
hear what they said. Next moment the two swords flashed in the
sunlight. For a second the clash could be heard but it was
immediately drowned because both armies began shouting like crowds
at a football match.
"Well done, Peter, oh, well done!" shouted Edmund as he saw Miraz
reel back a whole pace and a half. "Follow it up, quick!" And Peter
did, and for a few seconds it looked as if the fight might be won.
But then Miraz pulled himself together -- began to make real use of
his height and weight. "Miraz! Miraz! The King! The King!" came the
roar of the Telmarines. Caspian and Edmund grew white with
sickening anxiety.
"Peter is taking some dreadful knocks," said Edmund.
"Hullo!" said Caspian. "What''s happening now?"
"Both falling apart," said Edmund. "A bit blown, I expect. Watch.
Ah, now they''re beginning again, more scientifically this time.
Circling round and round, feeling each other''s defences."
"I''m afraid this Miraz knows his work," muttered the Doctor. But
hardly had he said this when there was such a clapping and baying
and throwing up of hoods among the Old Narnians that it was nearly
deafening.
"What was it? What was it?" asked the Doctor. "My old eyes missed
it."
"The High King has pricked him in the armpit," said Caspian,
still clapping. "Just where the arm-hole of the hauberk let the
point through. First blood."
"It''s looking ugly again, now, though," said Edmund. "Peter''s not
using his shield properly. He must be hurt in the left arm."
It was only too true. Everyone could see that Peter''s shield hung
limp. The shouting of the Telmarines redoubled.
"You''ve seen more battles than I," said Caspian. "Is there any
chance now?"
"Precious little," said Edmund. "I suppose he might just do it.
With luck."
"Oh, why did we let it happen at all?" said Caspian.
Suddenly all the shouting on both sides died down. Edmund was
puzzled for a moment. Then he said, "Oh, I see. They''ve both agreed
to a rest. Come on, Doctor. You and I may be able to do something
for the High King." They ran down to the lists and Peter came
outside the ropes to meet them, his face red and sweaty, his chest
heaving.
"Is your left arm wounded?" asked Edmund.
"It''s not exactly a wound," Peter said. "I got the full weight of
his shoulder on my shield -- like a load of bricks -- and the rim
of the shield drove into my wrist. I don''t think it''s broken, but
it might be a sprain. If you could tie it up very tight I think I
could manage."
While they were doing this, Edmund asked anxiously, "What do you
think of him, Peter?"
"Tough," said Peter. "Very tough. I have a chance if I can keep
him on the hop till his weight and short wind come against him --
in this hot sun too. To tell the truth, I haven''t much chance else.
Give my love to -- to everyone at home, Ed, if he gets me. Here he
comes into the lists again. So long, old chap. Goodbye, Doctor. And
I say, Ed, say something specially nice to Trumpkin. He''s been a
brick."
Edmund couldn''t speak. He walked back with the Doctor to his own
lines with a sick feeling in his stomach.
But the new bout went well. Peter now seemed to be able to make
some use of his shield, and he certainly made good use of his feet.
He was almost playing Tig with Miraz now, keeping out of range,
shifting his ground, making the enemy work.
"Coward!" booed the Telmarines. "Why don''t you stand up to him?
Don''t you like it, eh? Thought you''d come to fight, not dance.
Yah!"
"Oh, I do hope he won''t listen to them," said Caspian.
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