chater elve eter’ firt battle (第3/4页)
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And Aslan said nothing either to excuse Peter or to blame him but merely stood looking at him with his great unchanging eyes． And it seemed to all of them that there was nothing to be said．
“Please-Aslan，”said Lucy，“can anything be done to save Edmund ？”
“All shall be done，”said Aslan．“But it may be harder than you think．”And then he was silent again for some time．Up to that moment Lucy had been thinking how royal and strong and peaceful his face looked；now it suddenly came into her head that he looked sad as well．But next minute that expression was quite gone． The Lion shook his mane and clapped his paws together（“Terrible paws，”thought Lucy，“if he didn’t know how to velvet them ！”） and said，
“Meanwhile，let the feast be prepared．Ladies，take these Daughters of Eve to the pavilion and minister to them．”
When the girls had gone Aslan laid his paw-and though it was velveted it was very heavy-on Peter’s shoulder and said，“Come， Son of Adam，and I will show you a far-off sight of the castle where you are to be King．”
And Peter with his sword still drawn in his hand went with the Lion to the eastern edge of the hilltop．There a beautiful sight met their eyes．The sun was setting behind their backs．That meant that the whole country below them lay in the evening light-forest and hills and valleys and，winding away like a silver snake，the lower part of the great river．And beyond all this，miles away， was the sea，and beyond the sea the sky，full of clouds which were just turning rose colour with the reflection of the sunset．But just where the land of Narnia met the sea-in fact，at the mouth of the great river-there was something on a little hill，shining．It was shining because it was a castle and of course the sunlight was reflected from all the windows which looked towards Peter and the sunset；but to Peter it looked like a great star resting on the seashore．
“That，O Man，”said Aslan，“is Cair Paravel of the four thrones，in one of which you must sit as King．I show it to you because you are the first-born and you will be High King over all the rest．”
And once more Peter said nothing，for at that moment a strange noise woke the silence suddenly．It was like a bugle，but richer．
“It is your sister’s horn，”said Aslan to Peter in a low voice； so low as to be almost a purr，if it is not disrespectful to think of a Lion purring．
For a moment Peter did not understand．Then，when he saw all the other creatures start forward and heard Aslan say with a wave of his paw，“Back ！ Let the Prince win his spurs，”he did understand，and set off running as hard as he could to the pavilion. And there he saw a dreadful sight．
