宝宝小名叫布布好吗 《能言马与男孩》第79期:布里怎样变成一匹聪明的马儿(3)

《能言马与男孩》第79期:布里怎样变成一匹聪明的马儿(3)  

Strange to say
they felt no inclination to talk to one another about him after he had gone. They all moved slowly away to different parts of the quiet grass and there paced to and fro
each alone
thinking.
About half an hour later the o Horses were summoned to the back of the house to eat something nice that the Hermit had got ready for them and Aravis
still walking and thinking
was startled by the harsh sound of a trumpet outside the gate.
"Who is there?" asked Aravis.
“门外是谁啊?”阿拉维斯说。
"His Royal Highness Prince Cor of Archenland
" said a voice from outside.
Aravis undid the door and opened it
drawing back a little way to let the strangers in.
Two soldiers with halberds came first and took their stand at each side of the entry. Then followed a herald
and the trumpeter.
"His Royal Highness Prince Cor of Archenland desires an audience of the Lady Aravis
" said the Herald. Then he and the trumpeter drew aside and bowed and the soldiers saluted and the Prince himself came in. All his attendants withdrew and closed the gate behind them.
The Prince bowed
and a very clumsy bow for a Prince it was. Aravis curtsied in the Calormene style (which is not at all like ours) and did it very well because
of course
she had been taught how. Then she looked up and saw what sort of person this Prince was.
She saw a mere boy. He was bare-headed and his fair hair was encircled with a very thin band of gold
hardly thicker than a wire. His upper tunic was of white cambric
as fine as a handkerchief
so that the bright red tunic beneath it showed through. His left hand
which rested on his enamelled sword hilt
was bandaged.
Aravis looked ice at his face before she gasped and said
"Why! It's Shasta!"
Shasta all at once turned very red and began speaking very quickly. "Look here
Aravis
" he said
"I do hope you won't think I'm got up like this (and the trumpeter and all) to try to impress you or make out that I'm different or any rot of that sort. Because I'd far rather have e in my old clothes
but they're burnt now
and my father said -"
"Your father?" said Aravis.
"Apparently King Lune is my father
" said Shasta. "I might really have guessed it. Corin being so like me. We were ins
you see. Oh
and my name isn't Shasta
it's Cor."
"Cor is a nicer name than Shasta
" said Aravis.
"Brothers' names run like that in Archenland
" said Shasta (or Prince Cor as we must now call him). "Like Dar and Darrin
Cole and Colin and so on."
"Shasta - I mean Cor
" said Aravis. "No
shut up. There's something I've got to say at once. I'm sorry I've been such a pig. But I did change before I knew you were a Prince
honestly I did: when you went back
and faced the Lion."
"It wasn't really going to kill you at all
that Lion
" said Cor.
"I know
" said Aravis
nodding. Both were still and solemn for a moment as each saw that the other knew about Aslan.
Suddenly Aravis remembered Cor's bandaged hand. "I say!" she cried
"I fot! You've been in a battle. Is that a wound?"