乐文小说网>纳尼亚传奇狮王、女巫和魔衣橱 1080p > chater even a day with the beaver（第2页）
chater even a day with the beaver（第2页）
Sothechildrenallgotclosetogetherandwalkeduptothetreeandinbehindit，andthere，sureenough，theyfoundtheBeaver；butitstilldrewback，sayingtotheminahoarsethroatywhisper，“Furtherin，comefurtherin．Rightinhere．We’renotsafeintheopen！”Onlywhenithadledthemintoadarkspotwherefourtreesgrewsoclosetogetherthattheirboughsmetandthebrownearthandpineneedlescouldbeseenunderfootbecausenosnowhadbeenabletofallthere，diditbegintotalktothem．
“AreyoutheSonsofAdamandtheDaughtersofEve？”itsaid。
“We’resomeofthem，”saidPeter．
“S-s-s-sh！”saidtheBeaver，“notsoloudplease．We’renotsafeevenhere．”
“Why，whoareyouafraidof？”saidPeter．“There’snooneherebutourselves．”
“Therearethetrees，”saidtheBeaver．“They’realwayslistening．Mostofthemareonourside，buttherearetreesthatwouldbetrayustoher；youknowwhoImean，”anditnoddeditsheadseveraltimes．
“Ifitcomestotalkingaboutsides，”saidEdmund，“howdoweknowyou’reafriend？”
“Notmeaningtoberude，Mr。Beaver，”addedPeter，“butyousee，we’restrangers．”
“Quiteright，quiteright，”saidtheBeaver．“Hereismytoken。”Withthesewordsithelduptothemalittlewhiteobject。Theyalllookedatitinsurprise，tillsuddenlyLucysaid，“Oh，ofcourse．It’smyhandkerchief-theoneIgavetopoorMr。Tumnus．”
“That’sright，”saidtheBeaver．“Poorfellow，hegotwindofthearrestbeforeitactuallyhappenedandhandedthisovertome。HesaidthatifanythinghappenedtohimImustmeetyouhereandtakeyouonto-”HeretheBeaver’svoicesankintosilenceanditgaveoneortwoverymysteriousnods．Thensignallingtothechildrentostandasclosearounditastheypossiblycould，sothattheirfaceswereactuallytickledbyitswhiskers，itaddedinalowwhisper-
“TheysayAslanisonthemove-perhapshasalreadylanded．”
Andnowaverycuriousthinghappened．NoneofthechildrenknewwhoAslanwasanymorethanyoudo；butthemomenttheBeaverhadspokenthesewordseveryonefeltquitedifferent．Perhapsithassometimeshappenedtoyouinadreamthatsomeonesayssomethingwhichyoudon’tunderstandbutinthedreamitfeelsasifithadsomeenormousmeaning-eitheraterrifyingonewhichturnsthewholedreamintoanightmareorelsealovelymeaningtoolovelytoputintowords，whichmakesthedreamsobeautifulthatyourememberitallyourlifeandarealwayswishingyoucouldgetintothatdreamagain．Itwaslikethatnow．AtthenameofAslaneachoneofthechildrenfeltsomethingjumpinitsinside．Edmundfeltasensationofmysterioushorror．Peterfeltsuddenlybraveandadventurous．Susanfeltasifsomedelicioussmellorsomedelightfulstrainofmusichadjustfloatedbyher．AndLucygotthefeelingyouhavewhenyouwakeupinthemorningandrealizethatitisthebeginningoftheholidaysorthebeginningofsummer．
“AndwhataboutMr。Tumnus，”saidLucy；“whereishe？”
“S-s-s-sh，”saidtheBeaver，“nothere．Imustbringyouwherewecanhavearealtalkandalsodinner．”
NooneexceptEdmundfeltanydifficultyabouttrustingthebeavernow，andeveryone，includingEdmund，wasverygladtoheartheword“dinner”．Theythereforeallhurriedalongbehindtheirnewfriendwholedthematasurprisinglyquickpace，andalwaysinthethickestpartsoftheforest，foroveranhour．Everyonewasfeelingverytiredandveryhungrywhensuddenlythetreesbegantogetthinnerinfrontofthemandthegroundtofallsteeplydownhill．Aminutelatertheycameoutundertheopensky（thesunwasstillshining）andfoundthemselveslookingdownonafinesight．
Theywerestandingontheedgeofasteep，narrowvalleyatthebottomofwhichran-atleastitwouldhavebeenrunningifithadn’tbeenfrozen-afairlylargeriver．Justbelowthemadamhadbeenbuiltacrossthisriver，andwhentheysawiteveryonesuddenlyrememberedthatofcoursebeaversarealwaysmakingdamsandfeltquitesurethatMr。Beaverhadmadethisone．Theyalsonoticedthathenowhadasortofmodestexpressiononhis，face-thesortoflookpeoplehavewhenyouarevisitingagardenthey’vemadeorreadingastorythey’vewritten．SoitwasonlycommonpolitenesswhenSusansaid，“Whatalovelydam！”AndMr。Beaverdidn’tsay“Hush”thistimebut“Merelyatrifle！Merelyatrifle！Anditisn’treallyfinished！”
Abovethedamtherewaswhatoughttohavebeenadeeppoolbutwasnow，ofcourse，alevelfloorofdarkgreenice．Andbelowthedam，muchlowerdown，wasmoreice，butinsteadofbeingsmooththiswasallfrozenintothefoamyandwavyshapesinwhichthewaterhadbeenrushingalongattheverymomentwhenthefrostcame．Andwherethewaterhadbeentricklingoverandspurtingthroughthedamtherewasnowaglitteringwalloficicles，asifthesideofthedamhadbeencoveredalloverwithflowersandwreathsandfestoonsofthepurestsugar．Andoutinthemiddle，andpartlyontopofthedamwasafunnylittlehouseshapedratherlikeanenormousbeehiveandfromaholeintheroofsmokewasgoingup，sothatwhenyousawit（especiallyifyouwerehungry）youatoncethoughtofcookingandbecamehungrierthanyouwerebefore．
Thatwaswhattheotherschieflynoticed，butEdmundnoticedsomethingelse．Alittlelowerdowntherivertherewasanothersmallriverwhichcamedownanothersmallvalleytojoinit．Andlookingupthatvalley，Edmundcouldseetwosmallhills，andhewasalmostsuretheywerethetwohillswhichtheWhiteWitchhadpointedouttohimwhenhepartedfromheratthelamp-postthatotherday．Andthenbetweenthem，hethought，mustbeherpalace，onlyamileofforless．AndhethoughtaboutTurkishDelightandaboutbeingaKing（“AndIwonderhowPeterwilllikethat？”heaskedhimself）andhorribleideascameintohishead．
“Hereweare，”saidMr。Beaver，“anditlooksasifMrs。Beaverisexpectingus．I’llleadtheway．Butbecarefulanddon’tslip．”
Thetopofthedamwaswideenoughtowalkon，thoughnot（forhumans）averyniceplacetowalkbecauseitwascoveredwithice，andthoughthefrozenpoolwaslevelwithitononeside，therewasanastydroptothelowerriverontheother．AlongthisrouteMr。Beaverledtheminsinglefilerightouttothemiddlewheretheycouldlookalongwayuptheriverandalongwaydownit．Andwhentheyhadreachedthemiddletheywereatthedoorofthehouse．
“Hereweare，Mrs。Beaver，”saidMr。Beaver，“I’vefoundthem．HerearetheSonsandDaughtersofAdamandEve”-andtheyallwentin．
ThefirstthingLucynoticedasshewentinwasaburringsound，andthefirstthingshesawwasakindlookingoldshe-beaversittinginthecornerwithathreadinhermouthworkingbusilyathersewingmachine，anditwasfromitthatthesoundcame．Shestoppedherworkandgotupassoonasthechildrencamein．
“Soyou’vecomeatlast！”shesaid，holdingoutbothherwrinkledoldpaws．“Atlast！TothinkthateverIshouldlivetoseethisday！Thepotatoesareonboilingandthekettle’ssingingandIdaresay，Mr。Beaver，you’llgetussomefish．”
“ThatIwill，”saidMr。Beaver，andhewentoutofthehouse（Peterwentwithhim），andacrosstheiceofthedeeppooltowherehehadalittleholeintheicewhichhekeptopeneverydaywithhishatchet．Theytookapailwiththem．Mr。Beaversatdownquietlyattheedgeofthehole（hedidn’tseemtominditbeingsochilly），lookedhardintoit，thensuddenlyshotinhispaw，andbeforeyoucouldsayJackRobinsonhadwhiskedoutabeautifultrout．Thenhediditalloveragainuntiltheyhadafinecatchoffish．
MeanwhilethegirlswerehelpingMrs。BeavertofillthekettleandlaythetableandcutthebreadandputtheplatesintheoventoheatanddrawahugejugofbeerforMr。Beaverfromabarrelwhichstoodinonecornerofthehouse，andtoputonthefrying-panandgetthedrippinghot．LucythoughttheBeavershadaverysnuglittlehomethoughitwasnotatalllikeMr。Tumnus’scave．Therewerenobooksorpictures，andinsteadofbedstherewerebunks，likeonboardship，builtintothewall．Andtherewerehamsandstringsofonionshangingfromtheroof，andagainstthewallsweregumbootsandoilskinsandhatchetsandpairsofshearsandspadesandtrowelsandthingsforcarryingmortarinandfishing-rodsandfishing-netsandsacks．Andtheclothonthetable，thoughveryclean，wasveryrough．
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