WHILEthetwogirlsstillcrouchedinthebusheswiththeirhandsovertheirfaces,theyheardthevoiceoftheWitchcallingout,
“Now!Followmeallandwewillsetaboutwhatremainsofthiswar!ItwillnottakeuslongtocrushthehumanverminandthetraitorsnowthatthegreatFool,thegreatCat,liesdead.”
Atthismomentthechildrenwereforafewsecondsinverygreatdanger.Forwithwildcriesandanoiseofskirlingpipesandshrillhornsblowing,thewholeofthatvilerabblecamesweepingoffthehill-topanddownthesloperightpasttheirhiding-place。TheyfelttheSpectresgobythemlikeacoldwindandtheyfeltthegroundshakebeneaththemunderthegallopingfeetoftheMinotaurs;andoverheadtherewentaflurryoffoulwingsandablacknessofvulturesandgiantbats.Atanyothertimetheywouldhavetrembledwithfear;butnowthesadnessandshameandhorrorofAslan’sdeathsofilledtheirmindsthattheyhardlythoughtofit。
AssoonasthewoodwassilentagainSusanandLucycreptoutontotheopenhilltop.Themoonwasgettinglowandthincloudswerepassingacrossher,butstilltheycouldseetheshapeoftheLionlyingdeadinhisbonds.Anddowntheybothkneltinthewetgrassandkissedhiscoldfaceandstrokedhisbeautifulfur-whatwasleftofit-andcriedtilltheycouldcrynomore.Andthentheylookedateachotherandheldeachother’shandsformerelonelinessandcriedagain;andthenagainweresilent.AtlastLucysaid,
“Ican’tbeartolookatthathorriblemuzzle.Iwondercouldwetakeifoff?”
Sotheytried.Andafteralotofworkingatit(fortheirfingerswerecoldanditwasnowthedarkestpartofthenight)theysucceeded.Andwhentheysawhisfacewithoutittheyburstoutcryingagainandkisseditandfondleditandwipedawaythebloodandthefoamaswellastheycould.AnditwasallmorelonelyandhopelessandhorridthanIknowhowtodescribe.
“Iwondercouldweuntiehimaswell?”saidSusanpresently。Buttheenemies,outofpurespitefulness,haddrawnthecordssotightthatthegirlscouldmakenothingoftheknots.
IhopenoonewhoreadsthisbookhasbeenquiteasmiserableasSusanandLucywerethatnight;butifyouhavebeen-ifyou’vebeenupallnightandcriedtillyouhavenomoretearsleftinyou-youwillknowthattherecomesintheendasortofquietness.Youfeelasifnothingwasevergoingtohappenagain.Atanyratethatwashowitfelttothesetwo.Hoursandhoursseemedtogobyinthisdeadcalm,andtheyhardlynoticedthattheyweregettingcolderandcolder.ButatlastLucynoticedtwootherthings.Onewasthattheskyontheeastsideofthehillwasalittlelessdarkthanithadbeenanhourago.Theotherwassometinymovementgoingoninthegrassatherfeet.Atfirstshetooknointerestinthis。Whatdiditmatter?Nothingmatterednow!Butatlastshesawthatwhatever-it-washadbeguntomoveuptheuprightstonesoftheStoneTable.Andnowwhatever-they-wereweremovingaboutonAslan’sbody.Shepeeredcloser.Theywerelittlegreythings.
“Ugh!”saidSusanfromtheothersideoftheTable.“Howbeastly!Therearehorridlittlemicecrawlingoverhim.Goaway,youlittlebeasts.”Andsheraisedherhandtofrightenthemaway.
“Wait!”saidLucy,whohadbeenlookingatthemmorecloselystill.“Canyouseewhatthey’redoing?”
Bothgirlsbentdownandstared.
“Idobelieve-”saidSusan.“Buthowqueer!They’renibblingawayatthecords!”
“That’swhatIthought,”saidLucy.“Ithinkthey’refriendlymice.Poorlittlethings-theydon’trealizehe’sdead.Theythinkit’lldosomegooduntyinghim.”
Itwasquitedefinitelylighterbynow.Eachofthegirlsnoticedforthefirsttimethewhitefaceoftheother.Theycouldseethemicenibblingaway;dozensanddozens,evenhundreds,oflittlefieldmice.Andatlast,onebyone,theropeswereallgnawedthrough.
Theskyintheeastwaswhitishbynowandthestarsweregettingfainter-allexceptoneverybigonelowdownontheeasternhorizon.Theyfeltcolderthantheyhadbeenallnight.Themicecreptawayagain.
Thegirlsclearedawaytheremainsofthegnawedropes.Aslanlookedmorelikehimselfwithoutthem.Everymomenthisdeadfacelookednobler,asthelightgrewandtheycouldseeitbetter.
Inthewoodbehindthemabirdgaveachucklingsound.Ithadbeensostillforhoursandhoursthatitstartledthem.Thenanotherbirdansweredit.Soontherewerebirdssingingallovertheplace。
Itwasquitedefinitelyearlymorningnow,notlatenight.
“I’msocold,”saidLucy.
“SoamI,”saidSusan.“Let’swalkaboutabit.”
Theywalkedtotheeasternedgeofthehillandlookeddown.Theonebigstarhadalmostdisappeared.Thecountryalllookeddarkgrey,butbeyond,attheveryendoftheworld,theseashowedpale.Theskybegantoturnred.TheywalkedtoandsfromoretimesthantheycouldcountbetweenthedeadAslanandtheeasternridge,tryingtokeepwarm;andoh,howtiredtheirlegsfelt.Thenatlast,astheystoodforamomentlookingouttowardstheyseaandCairParavel(whichtheycouldnowjustmakeout)theredturnedtogoldalongthelinewheretheseaandtheskymetandveryslowlyupcametheedgeofthesun.Atthatmomenttheyheardfrombehindthemaloudnoise-agreatcracking,deafeningnoiseasifagianthadbrokenagiant’splate.
“What’sthat?”saidLucy,clutchingSusan’sarm.
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