chater elve eter’ firt battle (第4/4页)
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The Naiads and Dryads were scattering in every direction. Lucy was running towards him as fast as her short legs would carry her and her face was as white as paper．Then he saw Susan make a dash for a tree，and swing herself up，followed by a huge grey beast．At first Peter thought it was a bear．Then he saw that it looked like an Alsatian，though it was far too big to be a dog． Then he realized that it was a wolf-a wolf standing on its hind legs，with its front paws against the tree-trunk，snapping and snarling．All the hair on its back stood up on end．Susan had not been able to get higher than the second big branch．One of her legs hung down so that her foot was only an inch or two above the snapping teeth．Peter wondered why she did not get higher or at least take a better grip；then he realized that she was just going to faint and that if she fainted she would fall off．
Peter did not feel very brave；indeed，he felt he was going to be sick．But that made no difference to what he had to do．He rushed straight up to the monster and aimed a slash of his sword at its side．That stroke never reached the Wolf．Quick as lightning it turned round，its eyes flaming，and its mouth wide open in a howl of anger．If it had not been so angry that it simply had to howl it would have got him by the throat at once．As it was-though all this happened too quickly for Peter to think at all-he had just time to duck down and plunge his sword，as hard as he could，between the brute’s forelegs into its heart．Then came a horrible，confused moment like something in a nightmare．He was tugging and pulling and the Wolf seemed neither alive nor dead，and its bared teeth knocked against his forehead，and everything was blood and heat and hair．A moment later he found that the monster lay dead and he had drawn his sword out of it and was straightening his back and rubbing the sweat off his face and out of his eyes．He felt tired all over．
Then，after a bit，Susan came down the tree．She and Peter felt pretty shaky when they met and I won’t say there wasn’t kissing and crying on both sides．But in Narnia no one thinks any the worse of you for that．
“Quick ！ Quick ！”shouted the voice of Aslan．“Centaurs ！ Eagles ！ I see another wolf in the thickets．There-behind you. He has just darted away．After him，all of you．He will be going to his mistress．Now is your chance to find the Witch and rescue the fourth Son of Adam．”And instantly with a thunder of hoofs and beating of wings a dozen or so of the swiftest creatures disappeared into the gathering darkness．
Peter，still out of breath，turned and saw Aslan close at hand.
“You have forgotten to clean your sword，”said Aslan．
It was true．Peter blushed when he looked at the bright blade and saw it all smeared with the Wolf’s hair and blood．He stooped down and wiped it quite clean on the grass，and then wiped it quite dry on his coat．
“Hand it to me and kneel，Son of Adam，”said Aslan．And when Peter had done so he struck him with the flat of the blade and said，“Rise up，Sir Peter Wolf’s-Bane．And，whatever happens，never forget to wipe your sword．”
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