纳尼亚传奇:凯斯宾王子评价 《凯斯宾王子》第2章:古老的宝库

《凯斯宾王子》第2章:古老的宝库  

"THIS wasn't a garden
" said Susan presently. "It was a castle and this must have been the courtyard."
"I see what you mean
" said Peter. "Yes. That is the remains of a tower. And there is what used to be a flight of steps going up to the top of the walls. And look at those other steps - the broad
shallow ones - going up to that doorway. It must have been the door into the great hall."
"Ages ago
by the look of it
" said Edmund.
看上去可真有些年头了。"爱德蒙说。
"Yes
ages ago
" said Peter. "I wish we could find out who the people were that lived in this castle; and how long ago."
"It gives me a queer feeling
" said Lucy.
"Does it
Lu?" said Peter
turning and looking hard at her. "Because it does the same to me. It is the queerest thing that has happened this queer day. I wonder where we are and what it all means?"
While they were talking they had crossed the courtyard and gone through the other doorway into what had once been the hall. This was now very like the courtyard
for the roof had long since disappeared and it wasmerely another space of grass and daisies
except that it was shorter and narrower and the walls were higher. Across the far end there was a kind of terrace about three feet higher than the rest.
"I wonder
was it really the hall?" said Susan. "What is that terrace kind of thing?"
"Why
you silly
" said Peter (who had bee strangely excited)
"don't you see? That was the dais where the High Table was
where the King and the great lords sat. Anyone would think you had fotten that we ourselves were once Kings and Queens and sat on a dais just like that
in our great hall."
"In our castle of Cair Paravel
" continued Susan in a dreamy and rather sing-song voice
"at the mouth of the great river of Narnia. How could I fet?"
"How it all es back!" said Lucy. "We could pretend we were in Cair Paravel now. This hall must have been very like the great hall we feasted in."
"But unfortunately without the feast
" said Edmund. "It's getting late
you know. Look how long the shadows are. And have you noticed that it isn't so hot?"
"We shall need a camp-fire if we've got to spend the night here
" said Peter. "I've got matches. Let's go and see if we can collect some dry wood."
Everyone saw the sense of this
and for the next halfhour they were busy. The orchard through which they had first e into the ruins turned out not to be a good place for firewood. They tried the other side of the castle
passing out of the hall by a little side door into a maze of stony humps and hollows which must once have been passages and smaller rooms but was now all tles and wild roses. Beyond this they found a wide gap in the castle wall and stepped through it into a wood of darker and bigger trees where they found dead branches and rotten wood and sticks and dry leaves and fir-cones in plenty. They went to and fro with bundles until they had a good pile on the dais. At the fifth journey they found the well
just outside the hall
idden in weeds
but clean and fresh and deep when they had cleared these away. The remains of a stone pavement ran half-way round it. Then the girls went out to pick some more apples and the boys built the fire
on the dais and fairly close to the corner beeen o walls
which they thought would be the snuggest and warmest place. They had great difficulty in lighting it and used a lot of matches
but they succeeded in the end. Finally
all four sat down with their backs to the wall and their faces to the fire. They tried roasting some of the apples on the ends of sticks. But roast apples are not much good without sugar
and they are too hot to eat with your fingers till they are too cold to be worth eating. So they had to content themselves with raw apples
which
as Edmund said
made one realize that school suppers weren't so bad after all - "I shouldn't mind a good thick slice of bread and margarine this minute
" he added. But the spirit of adventure was rising in them all
and no one really wanted to be back at school.
Shortly after the last apple had been eaten
Susan went out to the well to get another drink. When she came back she was carrying something in her hand.
"Look
" she said in a rather choking kind of voice. "I found it by the well." She handed it to Peter and sat down. The others thought she looked and sounded as if she might be going to cry. Edmund and Lucy eagerly bent forward to see what was in Peter's hand - a little
bright thing that gleamed in the firelight.
"Well
I'm - I'm jiggered
" said Peter
and his voice also sounded queer. Then he handed it to the others.
All now saw what it was - a little chess-knight
ordinary in size but extraordinarily heavy because it was made of pure gold; and the eyes in the horse's head were o tiny little rubies or rather one was
for the other had been knocked out.
"Why!" said Lucy
"it's exactly like one of the golden chessmen we used to play with when we were Kings and Queens at Cair Paravel."
"Cheer up
Su
" said Peter to his other sister.
"I can't help it
" said Susan. "It brought back - oh
such lovely times. And I remembered playing chess with fauns and good giants
and the mer-people singing in the sea
and my beautiful horse - and - and -"
"Now
" said Peter in a quite different voice
"it's about time we four started using our brains."
"What about?" asked Edmund.
"Have none of you guessed where we are?" said Peter.
"Go on
go on
" said Lucy. "I've felt for hours that there was some wonderful mystery hanging over this place."
"Fire ahead
Peter
" said Edmund. "We're all listening."
"We are in the ruins of Cair Paravel itself
" said Peter.
"But
I say
" replied Edmund. "I mean
how do you make that out? This place has been ruined for ages. Look at all those big trees growing right up to the gates. Look at the very stones. Anyone can see that nobody has lived here for hundreds of years."
"I know
" said Peter. "That is the difficulty. But let's leave that out for the moment. I want to take the points one by one. First point: this hall is exactly the same shape and size as the hall at Cair Paravel. Just picture a roof on this
and a coloured pavement instead of grass
and tapestries on the walls
and you get our royal banqueting hall."
No one said anything.
"Second point
" continued Peter. "The castle well is exactly where our well was
a little to the south of the great hall; and it is exactly the same size and shape."
Again there was no reply.
"Third point: Susan has just found one of our old chessmen - or something as like one of them as o peas."
Still nobody answered.
"Fourth point. Don't you remember - it was the very day before the ambassadors came from the King of Calormen don't you remember planting the orchard outside the north gate of Cair Paravel? The greatest of all the wood-people
Pomona herself
came to put good spells on it. It was those very decent little chaps the moles who did the actual digging. Can you have fotten that funny old Lilygloves
the chief mole
leaning on his spade and saying
`Believe me
your Majesty
you'll be glad of these fruit trees one day.' And by Jove he was right."
"I do! I do!" said Lucy
and clapped her hands.
"But look here
Peter
" said Edmund. "This must be all rot. To begin with
we didn't plant the orchard slap up against the gate. We wouldn't have been such fools."
"No
of course not
" said Peter. "But it has grown up to the gate since."
"And for another thing
" said Edmund
"Cair Paravel wasn't on an island."
"Yes
I've been wondering about that. But it was a what-do-you-call-it
a peninsula. Jolly nearly an island. Couldn't it have been made an island since our time? Somebody has dug a channel."
"But half a moment!" said Edmund. "You keep on saying since our time. But it's only a year ago since we came back from Narnia. And you want to make out that in one year castles have fallen down
and great forests
have grown up
and little trees we saw planted ourselves have turned into a big old orchard
and goodness knows what else. It's all impossible."
"There's one thing
" said Lucy. "If this is Cair Paravel there ought to be a door at this end of the dais. In fact we ought to be sitting with our backs against it at this moment. You know - the door that led down to the treasure chamber."
"I suppose there isn't a door
" said Peter
getting up.
The wall behind them was a mass of ivy.
"We can soon find out
" said Edmund
taking up one of the sticks that they had laid ready for putting on the fire. He began beating the ivied wall. Tap-tap went the stick against the stone; and again
tap-tap; and then
all at once
boomboom
with a quite different sound
a hollow
wooden sound.
"Great Scott!" said Edmund.
"We must clear this ivy away
" said Peter.
"Oh
do let's leave it alone
" said Susan. "We can try it in the morning. If we've got to spend the night here I don't want an open door at my back and a great big black hole that anything might e out of
besides the draught and the damp. And it'll soon be dark."
"Susan! How can you?" said Lucy with a reproachful glance. But both the boys were too much excited to take any notice of Susan's advice. They worked at the ivy with their hands and with Peter's pocket-knife till the knife broke. After that they used Edmund's. Soon the whole place where they had been sitting was covered with ivy; and at last they had the door cleared.
"Locked
of course
" said Peter.
"But the wood's all rotten
" said Edmund. "We can pull it to bits in no time
and it will make extra firewood. Come on."
It took them longer than they expected and
before they had done
the great hall had grown dusky and the first star or o had e out overhead. Susan was not the only one who felt a slight shudder as the boys stood above the pile of splintered wood
rubbing the dirt off their hands and staring into the cold
dark opening they had made.
"Now for a torch
" said Peter.
"Oh
what is the good?" said Susan. "And as Edmund said -"
"I'm not saying it now
" Edmund interrupted. "I still don't understand
but we can settle that later. I suppose you're ing down
Peter?"
"We must
" said Peter. "Cheer up
Susan. It's no good behaving like kids now that we are back in Narnia. You're a Queen here. And anyway no one could go to sleep with a mystery like this on their minds."
They tried to use long sticks as torches but this was not a success. If you held them with the lighted end up they went out
and if you held them the other way they scorched your hand and the smoke got in your eyes. In the end they had to use Edmund's electric torch; luckily it had been a birthday present less than a week ago and the battery was almost new. He went first
with the light. Then came Lucy
then Susan
and Peter brought up the rear.
"I've e to the top of the steps
" said Edmund.
"Count them
" said Peter.
"One - o - three
" said Edmund
as he went cautiously down
and so up to sixteen. "And this is the bottom
" he shouted back.
"Then it really must be Cair Paravel
" said Lucy. "There were sixteen." Nothing more was said till all four were standing in a knot together at the foot of the stairway. Then Edmund flashed his torch slowly round.
"O - o - o - oh!!" said all the children at once.
For now all knew that it was indeed the ancient treasure chamber of Cair Paravel where they had once reigned as Kings and Queens of Narnia. There was a kind of path up the middle (as it might be in a greenhouse)
and along each side at intervals stood rich suits of armour
like knights guarding the treasures. In beeen the suits of armour
and on each side of the path
were shelves covered with precious things - necklaces and arm rings and finger rings and golden bowls and dishes and long tusks of ivory
brooches and coros and chains of gold
and heaps of unset stones lying piled anyhow as if they were marbles or potatoes - diamonds
rubies
carbuncles
emeralds
topazes
and amethysts. Under the shelves stood great chests of oak strengthened with iron bars and heavily padlocked. And it was bitterly cold
and so still that they could hear themselves breathing
and the treasures were so covered with dust that unless they had realized where they were and remembered most of the things
they would hardly have known they were treasures. There was something sad and a little frightening about the place
because it all seemed so forsaken and long ago. That was why nobody said anything for at least a minute.
Then
of course
they began walking about and picking things up to look at. It was like meeting very old friends. If you had been there you would have heard them saying things like
"Oh look! Our coronation rings - do you remember first wearing this? - Why
this is the little brooch we all thought was lost - I say
isn't that the armour you wore in the great tournament in the Lone Islands? - do you remember the dwarf making that for me? - do you remember drinking out of that horn? - do you remember
do you remember?"
But suddenly Edmund said
"Look here. We mustn't waste the battery: goodness knows how often we shall need it. Hadn't we better take what we want and get out again?"
"We must take the gifts
" said Peter. For long ago at a Christmas in Narnia he and Susan and Lucy had been given certain presents which they valued more than their whole kingdom. Edmund had had no gift
because he was not with them at the time. (This was his own fault
and you can read about it in the other book.)
They all agreed with Peter and walked up the path to the wall at the far end of the treasure chamber
and there
sure enough
the gifts were still hanging. Lucy's was the smallest for it was only a little bottle. But the bottle was made of diamond instead of glass
and it was still more than half full of the magical cordial which would heal almost every wound and every illness. Lucy said nothing and looked very solemn as she took her gift down from its place and slung the belt over her shoulder and once more felt the bottle at her side where it used to hang in the old days. Susan's gift had been a bow and arrows and a horn. The bow was still there
and the ivory quiver
full of wellfeathered arrows
but - "Oh
Susan
" said Lucy. "Where's the horn?"
"Oh bother
bother
bother
" said Susan after she had thought for a moment. "I remember now. I took it with me the last day of all
the day we went hunting the White Stag. It must have got lost when we blundered back into that other place - England
I mean."
Edmund whistled. It was indeed a shattering loss; for this was an enchanted horn and
whenever you blew it
help was certain to e to you
wherever you were.
"Just the sort of thing that might e in handy in a place like this
" said Edmund.
"Never mind
" said Susan
"I've still got the bow." And she took it.
"Won't the string be perished
Su?" said Peter.
But whether by some magic in the air of the treasure chamber or not
the bow was still in working order. Archery and swimming were the things Susan was good at. In a moment she had bent the bow and then she gave one little pluck to the string. It anged: a chirruping ang that vibrated through the whole room. And that one small noise brought back the old days to the children's minds more than anything that had happened yet. All the battles and hunts and feasts came rushing into their heads together.
Then she unstrung the bow again and slung the quiver at her side.
Next
Peter took down his gift - the shield with the great red lion on it
and the royal sword. He blew
and rapped them on the floor
to get off the dust. He fitted the shield on his arm and slung the sword by his side. He was afraid at first that it might be rusty and stick to the sheath. But it was not so. With one swift motion he drew it and held it up
shining in the torchlight.
"It is my sword Rhindon
" he said; "with it I killed the Wolf." There was a new tone in his voice
and the others all felt that he was really Peter the High King again. Then
after a little pause
everyone remembered that they must save the battery.
They climbed the stair again and made up a good fire and lay down close together for warmth. The ground was very hard and unfortable
but they fell asleep in the end.