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chater fifteen deeer agic fr befre the dawn f ti（第1页）
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．
