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chater the rahne f the kg（第1页）

AboutthreeweekslaterthelastoftheKingsofNarniasatunderthegreatoakwhichgrewbesidethedoorofhislittlehuntinglodge，whereheoftenstayedfortendaysorsointhepleasantspringweather.Itwasalow，thatchedbuildingnotfarfromtheEasternendofLanternWasteandsomewayabovethemeetingofthetworivers.Helovedtolivetheresimplyandatease，awayfromthestateandpompofCairParavel，theroyalcity.HisnamewasKingTirian，andhewasbetweentwentyandtwenty-fiveyearsold;hisshoulderswerealreadybroadandstrongandhislimbsfullofhardmuscle，buthisbeardwasstillscanty.Hehadblueeyesandafearless，honestface．

Therewasnoonewithhimthatspringmorningexcepthisdearestfriend，JeweltheUnicorn.Theylovedeachotherlikebrothersandeachhadsavedtheother’slifeinthewars.ThelordlybeaststoodclosebesidetheKing’schair，withitsneckbentroundpolishingitsbluehornagainstthecreamywhitenessofitsflank．

“Icannotsetmyselftoanyworkorsporttoday，Jewel，”

saidtheKing.“Icanthinkofnothingbutthiswonderfulnews.Thinkyouweshallhearanymoreofittoday？”

“Theyarethemostwonderfultidingseverheardinourdaysorourfathers’orourgrandfathers’days，Sire，”

saidJewel，“iftheyaretrue.”

“Howcantheychoosebutbetrue？”

saidtheKing.“Itismorethanaweekagothatthefirstbirdscameflyingoverussaying，Aslanishere，AslanhascometoNarniaagain.Andafterthatitwasthesquirrels.Theyhadnotseenhim，buttheysaiditwascertainhewasinthewoods.ThencametheStag.Hesaidhehadseenhimwithhisowneyes，agreatwayoff，bymoonlight，inLanternWaste.ThencamethatdarkManwiththebeard，themerchantfromCalormen.TheCalormenescarenothingforAslanaswedo;butthemanspokeofitasathingbeyonddoubt.AndtherewastheBadgerlastnight;hetoohadseenAslan.”

“Indeed，Sire，”

answeredJewel，“Ibelieveitall.IfIseemnotto，itisonlythatmyjoyistoogreattoletmybeliefsettleitself.Itisalmosttoobeautifultobelieve.”

“Yes，”

saidtheKingwithagreatsigh，almostashiver，ofdelight.“ItisbeyondallthatIeverhopedforinallmylife.”

“Listen!”

saidJewel，puttinghisheadononesideandcockinghisearsforward．

“Whatisit？”

askedtheKing．

“Hoofs，Sire，”

saidJewel.“Agallopinghorse.Averyheavyhorse.ItmustbeoneoftheCentaurs.Andlook，thereheis.”

Agreat，goldenbeardedCentaur，withman’ssweatonhisforeheadandhorse’ssweatonhischestnutflanks，dasheduptotheKing，stopped，andbowedlow.“Hail，King，”

itcriedinavoiceasdeepasabull’s．

“Ho，there!”

saidtheKing，lookingoverhisshouldertowardsthedoorofthehuntinglodge.“AbowlofwineforthenobleCentaur.Welcome，Roonwit.Whenyouhavefoundyourbreathyoushalltellusyourerrand.”

Apagecameoutofthehousecarryingagreatwoodenbowl，curiouslycarved，andhandedittotheCentaur.TheCentaurraisedthebowlandsaid，

“IdrinkfirsttoAslanandtruth，Sire，andsecondlytoyourMajesty.”

Hefinishedthewine（enoughforsixstrongmen）atonedraughtandhandedtheemptybowlbacktothepage．

“Now，Roonwit，”

saidtheKing.“DoyoubringusmorenewsofAslan？”

Roonwitlookedverygrave，frowningalittle．

“Sire，”

hesaid.“YouknowhowlongIhavelivedandstudiedthestars;forweCentaurslivelongerthanyouMen，andevenlongerthanyourkind，Unicorn.NeverinallmydayshaveIseensuchterriblethingswrittenintheskiesastherehavebeennightlysincethisyearbegan.ThestarssaynothingofthecomingofAslan，norofpeace，norofjoy.Iknowbymyartthattherehavenotbeensuchdisastrousconjunctionsoftheplanetsforfivehundredyears.ItwasalreadyinmymindtocomeandwarnyourMajestythatsomegreatevilhangsoverNarnia.ButlastnighttherumourreachedmethatAslanisabroadinNarnia.Sire，donotbelievethistale.Itcannotbe.Thestarsneverlie，butMenandBeastsdo.IfAslanwerereallycomingtoNarniatheskywouldhaveforetoldit.Ifhewerereallycome，allthemostgraciousstarswouldbeassembledinhishonour.Itisallalie.”

“Alie!”

saidtheKingfiercely.“WhatcreatureinNarniaoralltheworldwoulddaretolieonsuchamatter？”

And，withoutknowingit，helaidhishandonhisswordhilt．

“ThatIknownot，LordKing，”

saidtheCentaur.“ButIknowthereareliarsonearth;therearenoneamongthestars.”

“Iwonder，”

saidJewel，“whetherAslanmightnotcomethoughallthestarsforetoldotherwise.HeisnottheslaveofthestarsbuttheirMaker.IsitnotsaidinalltheoldstoriesthatHeisnotatamelion.”

“Wellsaid，wellsaid，Jewel，”