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The Island 岛 国
Once there were four children whose names were Peter, Susan, Edmund, and Lucy, and it has been told in another book called The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe how they had a remarkable adventure. They had opened the door of a magic wardrobe and found themselves in a quite different world from ours, and in that different world they had become Kings and Queens in a country called Narnia. While they were in Narnia they seemed to reign for years and years; but when they came back through the door and found themselves in England again, it all seemed to have taken no time at all. At any rate, no one noticed that they had ever been away, and they never told anyone except one very wise grown—up.
That had all happened a year ago, and now all four of them were sitting on a seat at a railway station with trunks and playboxes piled up round them. They were, in fact, on their way back to school. They had travelled together as far as this station, which was a junction; and here, in a few minutes, one train would arrive and take the girls away to one school, and in about half an hour another train would arrive and the boys would go off to another school. The first part of the journey, when they were all together, always seemed to be part of the holidays; but now when they would be saying goodbye and going different ways so soon, everyone felt that the holidays were really over and everyone felt their term—time feeling beginning again, and they were all rather gloomy and no one could think of anything to say. Lucy was going to boarding school for the first time.
It was an empty, sleepy, country station and there was hardly anyone on the platform except themselves. Suddenly Lucy gave a sharp little cry, like someone who has been stung by a wasp.
“What’s up, Lu?” said Edmund—and then suddenly broke off and made a noise like “Ow!”
“What on earth—” began Peter, and then he too suddenly changed what he had been going to say. Instead, he said, “Susan, let go! What are you doing? Where are you dragging me to?”
“I’m not touching you,” said Susan. “Someone is pulling me. Oh— oh—oh—stop it!”
Everyone noticed that all the others’ faces had gone very white.
“I felt just the same,” said Edmund in a breathless voice. “As if I were being dragged along. A most frightful pulling—ugh! It’s beginning again.”
“Me too,” said Lucy. “Oh, I can’t bear it.”
“Look sharp!” shouted Edmund. “All catch hands and keep together. This is magic—I can tell by the feeling. Quick!”
“Yes,” said Susan. “Hold hands. Oh, I do wish it would stop—oh!”
Next moment the luggage, the seat, the platform, and the station had completely vanished. The four children, holding hands and panting, found themselves standing in a woody place—such a woody place that branches were sticking into them and there was hardly room to move. They all rubbed their eyes and took a deep breath.
“Oh, Peter!” exclaimed Lucy. “Do you think we can possibly have got back to Narnia?”
“It might be anywhere,” said Peter. “I can’t see a yard in all these trees. Let’s try to get into the open—if there is any open.”
With some difficulty, and with some stings from nettles and pricks from thorns, they struggled out of the thicket. Then they had another surprise. Everything became much brighter, and after a few steps they found themselves at the edge of the wood, looking down on a sandy beach. A few yards away a very calm sea was falling on the sand with such tiny ripples that it made hardly any sound. There was no land in sight and no clouds in the sky. The sun was about where it ought to be at ten o’clock in the morning, and the sea was a dazzling blue. They stood sniffing in the sea—smell.
“By Jove!” said Peter. “This is good enough.”
Five minutes later everyone was barefooted and wading in the cool clear water.
“This is better than being in a stuffy train on the way back to Latin and French and Algebra!” said Edmund. And then for quite a long time there was no more talking, only splashing and looking for shrimps and crabs.
“All the same,” said Susan presently, “I suppose we’ll have to make some plans. We shall want something to eat before long.”
“We’ve got the sandwiches Mother gave us for the journey,” said Edmund. “At least I’ve got mine.”
“Not me,” said Lucy. “Mine were in my little bag.”
“So were mine,” said Susan.
“Mine are in my coat pocket, there on the beach,” said Peter. “That’ll be two lunches among four. This isn’t going to be such fun.”
“At present,” said Lucy, “I want something to drink more than something to eat.”
Everyone else now felt thirsty, as one usually is after wading in salt water under a hot sun.
“It’s like being shipwrecked,” remarked Edmund. “In the books they always find springs of clear, fresh water on the island. We’d better go and look for them.”
“Does that mean we have to go back into all that thick wood?” said Susan.
“Not a bit of it,” said Peter. “If there are streams they’re bound to come down to the sea, and if we walk along the beach we’re bound to come to them.”
They all now waded back and went first across the smooth, wet sand and then up to the dry, crumbly sand that sticks to one’s toes, and began putting on their shoes and socks. Edmund and Lucy wanted to leave them behind and do their exploring with bare feet, but Susan said this would be a mad thing to do. “We might never find them again,” she pointed out, “and we shall want them if we’re still here when night comes and it begins to be cold.”
When they were dressed again they set out along the shore with the sea on their left hand and the wood on their right. Except for an occasional seagull it was a very quiet place. The wood was so thick and tangled that they could hardly see into it at all; and nothing in it moved—not a bird, not even an insect.
Shells and seaweed and anemones, or tiny crabs in rock—pools, are all very well, but you soon get tired of them if you are thirsty. The children’s feet, after the change from the cool water, felt hot and heavy. Susan and Lucy had raincoats to carry. Edmund had put down his coat on the station seat just before the magic overtook them, and he and Peter took it in turns to carry Peter’s great—coat.
Presently the shore began to curve round to the right. About quarter of an hour later, after they had crossed a rocky ridge which ran out into a point, it made quite a sharp turn. Their backs were now to the part of the sea which had met them when they first came out of the wood, and now, looking ahead, they could see across the water another shore, thickly wooded like the one they were exploring.
“I wonder, is that an island or do we join on to it presently?” said Lucy.
“Don’t know,” said Peter and they all plodded on in silence.
The shore that they were walking on drew nearer and nearer to the opposite shore, and as they came round each promontory the children expected to find the place where the two joined. But in this they were disappointed. They came to some rocks which they had to climb and from the top they could see a fairway ahead and— “Oh, bother!” said Edmund, “it’s no good. We shan’t be able to get to those other woods at all. We’re on an island!”
It was true. At this point the channel between them and the opposite coast was only about thirty or forty yards wide; but they could now see that this was its narrowest place. After that, their own coast bent round to the right again and they could see open sea between it and the mainland. It was obvious that they had already come much more than halfway round the island.
“Look!” said Lucy suddenly. “What’s that?” She pointed to a long, silvery, snake—like thing that lay across the beach.
“A stream! A stream!” shouted the others, and, tired as they were, they lost no time in clattering down the rocks and racing to the fresh water. They knew that the stream would be better to drink farther up, away from the beach, so they went at once to the spot where it came out of the wood. The trees were as thick as ever, but the stream had made itself a deep course between high mossy banks so that by stooping you could follow it up in a sort of tunnel of leaves. They dropped on their knees by the first brown, dimply pool and drank and drank, and dipped their faces in the water, and then dipped their arms in up to the elbow.
“Now,” said Edmund, “what about those sandwiches?”
“Oh, hadn’t we better have them?” said Susan. “We may need them far worse later on.”
“I do wish,” said Lucy, “now that we’re not thirsty, we could go on feeling as not—hungry as we did when we were thirsty.”
“But what about those sandwiches?” repeated Edmund.” There’s no good saving them till they go bad. You’ve got to remember it’s a good deal hotter here than in England and we’ve been carrying them about in pockets for hours.” So they got out the two packets and divided them into four portions, and nobody had quite enough, but it was a great deal better than nothing. Then they talked about their plans for the next meal. Lucy wanted to go back to the sea and catch shrimps, until someone pointed out that they had no nets. Edmund said they must gather gulls’ eggs from the rocks, but when they came to think of it they couldn’t remember having seen any gulls’ eggs and wouldn’t be able to cook them if they found any. Peter thought to himself that unless they had some stroke of luck they would soon be glad to eat eggs raw, but he didn’t see any point in saying this out loud. Susan said it was a pity they had eaten the sandwiches so soon. One or two tempers very nearly got lost at this stage. Finally Edmund said:
“Look here. There’s only one thing to be done. We must explore the wood. Hermits and knights—errant and people like that always manage to live somehow if they’re in a forest. They find roots and berries and things.”
“What sort of roots?” asked Susan.
“I always thought it meant roots of trees,” said Lucy.
“Come on,” said Peter, “Ed is right. And we must try to do something. And it’ll be better than going out into the glare and the sun again.”
So they all got up and began to follow the stream. It was very hard work. They had to stoop under branches and climb over branches, and they blundered through great masses of stuff like rhododendrons and tore their clothes and got their feet wet in the stream; and still there was no noise at all except the noise of the stream and the noises they were making themselves. They were beginning to get very tired of it when they noticed a delicious smell, and then a flash of bright colour high above them at the top of the right bank.
“I say!” exclaimed Lucy. “I do believe that’s an apple tree.”
It was. They panted up the steep bank, forced their way through some brambles, and found themselves standing round an old tree that was heavy with large yellowish—golden apples as firm and juicy as you could wish to see.
“And this is not the only tree,” said Edmund with his mouth full of apple. “Look there—and there.”
“Why, there are dozens of them,” said Susan, throwing away the core of her first apple and picking her second. “This must have been an orchard—long, long ago, before the place went wild and the wood grew up.”
“Then this was once an inhabited island,” said Peter.
“And what’s that?” said Lucy, pointing ahead.
“By Jove, it’s a wall,” said Peter. “An old stone wall.”
Pressing their way between the laden branches they reached the wall. It was very old, and broken down in places, with moss and wallflowers growing on it, but it was higher than all but the tallest trees. And when they came quite close to it they found a great arch which must once have had a gate in it but was now almost filled up with the largest of all the apple trees. They had to break some of the branches to get past, and when they had done so they all blinked because the daylight became suddenly much brighter. They found themselves in a wide open place with walls all round it. In here there were no trees, only level grass and daisies, and ivy, and grey walls. It was a bright, secret, quiet place, and rather sad; and all four stepped out into the middle of it, glad to be able to straighten their backs and move their limbs freely.
从前有四个孩子，他们的名字是彼得、苏珊、埃德蒙和露西。我在另外一本叫做《狮子，女巫和魔衣柜》的书中讲述了他们非同寻常的历险故事。他们打开了魔衣柜的门，进入了一个与我们这个世界截然不同的世界。在那个世界里，他们成为了纳尼亚国的国王和女王，并且在那里统治了很多年。后来，他们再次经过那扇柜门，发现自己又回到了英国，所有的一切似乎都发生在短短的一瞬间。不管怎样，没有人注意到他们曾经离去。他们只将这个奇遇告诉了一位睿智的长者，其他的人都毫不知情。
那些事情发生在一年以前。此刻他们兄妹四人正坐在一个火车站的长椅上，身边堆放着行李箱和杂物盒。事实上，他们正在去往学校的路上。兄妹四人结伴同行，到这里就要分手了。因为这个车站是个中转站，再过几分钟，一列火车即将驶来，将女孩子们带往她们的学校。大约半个小时之后，另一辆火车又会到来，男孩子们将乘坐那辆火车前往另一所学校。前一半旅途，大家欢聚一堂，仿佛假期还没有到头。现在告别在即，马上就要各奔前程，每个人都感到，假期真的已经结束了，从此又该“上套”了。他们的心情相当郁闷，没有人知道该说些什么。而露西是第一次到寄宿学校去上学。
那是一个空空荡荡、令人昏昏欲睡的乡村车站，除了他们，站台上几乎空无一人。突然露西轻轻地惊叫了一声，就像是被马蜂蛰了一下。
“怎么啦，露？”埃德蒙问道——他的话突然中断，发出了一个类似“噢！”的声音。
“到底怎么——”彼得开口询问，但是他也突然改变了话题，转而说道，“苏珊，放开手！你在做什么？你想拖我去哪里呀？”
“我没有碰你，”苏珊说，“有人正在拉我。啊——啊——啊——住手！”
每个人都注意到，另外三人的脸色变得异常苍白。
“我也有同样的感觉，”埃德蒙上气不接下气地说，“好像我正在被人拖走。一种非常可怕的力量——啊！又开始了。”
“我也是，”露西说，“哦，我顶不住啦。”
“注意！”埃德蒙喊道，“大家手拉手，站在一起。这是魔法——通过感觉我能识别出来。快！”
“是的，”苏珊说，“手拉紧。啊，我真希望它能够停下来——啊！”
转瞬之间，行李，座椅，站台以及火车站全都消失了。四个孩子发现自己站在一个密林之中，手拉着手，气喘吁吁——这里的树木非常茂密，有些枝条甚至戳到了他们身上，他们被卡在那里，几乎动弹不得。孩子们揉了揉眼睛，深深地吸了一口气。
“啊，彼得！”露西惊叫道，“你觉得我们是不是又回到了纳尼亚？”
“这里可能是任何一个地方，”彼得说，“有这么多树，我看不到一米以外的地方。让我们想办法找个空地——如果能够找到的话。”
他们忍受着荨麻的刺扎，荆棘划破了皮肤，费了好大的劲儿，才挣脱出灌木丛。这时，他们又一次感到惊奇，周围的一切都变得明亮起来。刚走出几步，他们便发现自己已经来到树林的边缘，向下俯视着一个沙滩。几米之外，是风平浪静的大海，纤细的浪花悄无声息地拍打着沙滩。他们目光所及，看不到陆地，只见海天一色，晴空万里。按照太阳的高度来推测，这时应该是上午十点钟左右。湛蓝的大海令人目眩。他们站在那里，深深地呼吸着大海的气息。
“天哪！”彼得说，“这个地方可真不错。”
五分钟后，大家都光着脚丫，在凉爽清澈的海水中淌水嬉戏起来。
“这可比乘坐闷热的火车返校去学拉丁文、法语和代数强多了！”埃德蒙说。过了好久，没有人再说一句话，只听见他们溅起的哗哗水声，孩子们都在忙着寻找虾与螃蟹。
“不管怎么着，”过了一会儿，苏珊说，“我想，我们必须制定一些计划。很快我们就需要吃东西了。”
“我们有妈妈给我们预备路上吃的三明治，”埃德蒙说，“起码我的还在这儿。”
“我没有，”露西说，“我的放在小包里了。”
“我的也是。”苏珊说。
“我的放在了上衣口袋里，就在那边沙滩上。”彼得说，“那等于四个人分吃两份午餐。这可不怎么好玩。”
“这会儿，”露西说，“我不太想吃东西，想喝点什么。”
其他人现在也感到口渴。顶着骄阳在咸咸的海水中戏耍过后，人们通常都会如此。
“这就像书中所描述的，轮船失事后，”埃德蒙议论道，“人们总能在岛上发现清澈甘甜的泉水。我们最好也去找一下。”
“那就是说，我们还要回到密林里去？”苏珊问道。
“完全没有必要，”彼得说，“如果有溪流的话，它们一定会顺流而下，汇入大海。我们沿着海滩走，必然能够找到它们。”
于是，他们淌着水往回走，穿过平坦湿润的沙滩，走到干燥松软的沙土上，脚趾间沾满了沙子。两个大孩子穿上了鞋袜，埃德蒙和露西则想光着脚丫脚继续向前探索，苏珊说他们这么做太疯狂了。“我们也许再也找不到鞋袜，”她劝阻说，“如果我们待在这里的话，到了夜间温度会下降，那时候我们会需要鞋袜的。”
他们穿戴整齐后，就沿着海岸出发了。大海在他们的左边，树林在他们的右边。除了偶尔传来一只海鸥的叫声，这里一片阒然。树林茂密异常，树枝纠结在一起，他们几乎看不到里面的情景。而且他们也听不到树林里有什么动静——没有鸟啼，甚至没有昆虫的鸣叫。
贝壳、海草、海葵和礁石积水中的小螃蟹都很有趣，但若是口干舌燥，你很快就会感到厌倦。孩子们的脚，由凉爽的海水中出来之后，很快就感到火辣辣、沉甸甸的。苏珊和露西拿着各自的雨衣。被魔法劫持之前，埃德蒙刚好把自己的大衣放在了车站的椅子上。现在他和彼得轮流拿着彼得的大衣。
很快，海岸开始朝右边弯去。大约又过了十五分钟，他们翻过一道突出的石脊，转了一个很陡的弯，将一出树林就看到的那片大海抛到了身后。现在，隔水朝对岸望去，他们看到了茂密的树木，跟他们身边的树林相差无几。
“我在想，那边是一座孤岛，还是很快就会跟这边的海岸相连接呢？”露西说。
“不知道，”彼得回答。他们拖着沉重的步伐默默前行。
他们沿着海岸行走，离对岸越来越近。每绕过一个海角，孩子们都期盼着能看到两个海岸的连接处。可是他们的期望都落空了。他们遇到了一些拦路的礁石，只好翻越过去。在礁石顶上，他们可以看到很远的地方——“哦，见鬼！”埃德蒙说，“没有用。我们根本无法到达对面那些树林。我们是在一个岛上！”
一点不错。目前把他们与对岸隔开的海峡仅仅只有三四十米宽。他们看得出来，这里是两岸之间最狭窄的地方。再往前，他们这边的海岸又朝右弯了过来，可以看到前面辽阔的大海和远远的陆地。显然他们已经绕着海岛转了大半个圈子。
“看！”露西突然叫道，“那是什么？”她指着一个横卧在海滩上像条银蛇一样细长的东西。
“小溪！一条小溪！”其他人齐声嚷道。尽管早已疲惫不堪，他们还是噔噔噔地冲下礁石，朝着清澈的溪水奔去。他们知道，离海岸越远，溪水越好喝。于是，他们跑到了小溪刚刚流出树林的地方。此处的树木依旧是密不透风，但溪流冲出了一道深深的沟壑，两边的堤岸上长满了苔藓。他们弯下腰来，顺水而上，好像进到了一个由树叶构成的隧道里。看到第一个泛着波纹的褐色水潭，他们就跪在地上，痛痛快快地喝了起来，还把脸浸在水里，然后又把手臂泡在水中，一直浸到胳膊肘。
“喂，”埃德蒙说，“那些三明治怎么办?”
“哦，我们是不是先留着，”苏珊说，“以备不时之需。”
“现在不渴了，我真希望，”露西说，“我们还能感到不饿，就像我们在干渴时的那种感觉。”
“可是那些三明治怎么办？”埃德蒙再一次问道，“留着没用，会放坏的。你们要记得，这里可比英国热得多，我们把它们揣在口袋里，跑来跑去，已经好几个钟头了。”于是，他们把两块三明治拿出来，分成四份。尽管谁都没有吃饱，但总算是聊胜于无。接着，他们开始讨论下一顿饭该如何解决。露西想要回到海边去捉虾，有人指出来没有网。埃德蒙说，他们可以到礁石那儿找些海鸥蛋，但转念一想，好像不记得在那儿见到过海鸥蛋。再说即使找到了，也没有办法将它们煮熟。彼得心中暗想，除非时来运转，否则他们很快就会乐于吃生海鸥蛋了。但他认为，没有必要把这个想法说出来。苏珊说，很遗憾他们这么快就把三明治吃完了。说到这儿，他们中的一两个人还差点儿发了脾气。最后，埃德蒙说：
“听着。我们只有一件事好做，那就是探索一下这个树林。隐士、游侠之类的人都能在森林中想办法生存下去。他们会找到些根茎和浆果等来充饥。”
“什么根茎？”苏珊问道。
“我一直认为说的是树根。”露西说。
“来吧，”彼得说，“埃德说得对。我们必须试着做点儿什么。这总比出去再到毒日头下要好一些。”
他们站起身来，顺着小溪往前走。这是件非常吃力的事情。他们必须弓着身子，从树枝下钻过，或者爬过枝干。他们步履艰难地穿过一片片杜鹃花丛，不是挂破了衣服，就是在溪流中打湿了鞋子。除了溪水的潺潺声，以及他们自己所闹出的动静之外，周围万籁俱寂。正当他们感到筋疲力尽的时候，突然闻到了一股芳香的气味，紧接着，在他们的上方，即右岸的顶端，出现了一片鲜艳的色彩。
“瞧！”露西喊道，“我相信那是一棵苹果树。”
的确是棵苹果树。他们喘息着爬上陡峭的右岸，挣扎着穿过荆棘丛，来到一棵老树跟前。那棵树上结满了金灿灿的大苹果，一个个正如你所期待的那样汁液饱满。
“这不是唯一的一棵树，”埃德蒙嘴里塞满了苹果，说道，“看那边——还有那边。”
“哎呀，有几十棵呢，”苏珊说着，随手扔掉刚吃完的第一个果核，又摘下第二个苹果，“过去这一定是个果园——在很久很久以前，后来这地方荒废了，丛林才长了出来。”
“那么，这个岛屿曾经有人居住过。”彼得说。
“那是什么？”露西用手指着前方，问道。
“天哪，是一堵墙，”彼得说，“一堵古老的石墙。”
他们吃力地穿过结满果子的枝条，来到墙边。这堵墙非常古老，上面长满了青苔和桂竹香，有些地方已经坍塌。除开几棵最高大的树木，这堵墙高高地矗立在那里，傲视着周围的一切。他们走到墙的近旁，发现了一个高大的门拱，过去这里一定还有一扇大门，现在却被一棵最高的苹果树挡在门洞那里。他们折断了好些树枝，才进入门拱。突然，他们都在强烈的阳光下眨起眼睛来。他们发现自己来到了一个宽广开阔的地方，四面都有墙壁环绕着。这里没有树木，只有茵茵的绿草地、雏菊、青藤和灰色的墙壁，是一个明亮、隐秘、寂静而又有几分凄凉的地方。四个孩子迈步走到开阔地的中央，很高兴终于能够挺直腰板，自由地活动一下胳膊腿儿了。
The Ancient Treasure House 古代藏宝室
“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.
“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 was merely 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 become 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 forgotten 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 forget?”
“How it all comes 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 half—hour they were busy. The orchard through which they had first come 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 nettles 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, hidden in weeds, but clean and fresh and deep when they had cleared these away. The remains of a stone pavement ran halfway 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 between two 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 two 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 two 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 forgotten 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 come 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 two had come 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 coming 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 come to the top of the steps,” said Edmund.
“Count them,” said Peter.
“One—two—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 between 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 coronets 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 come to you, wherever you were.
“Just the sort of thing that might come 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 twanged: a chirruping twang 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 uncomfortable, but they fell asleep in the end.
“这不是一个花园，”很快，苏珊开口说道，“过去一定是座城堡，这儿想必就是城堡的院子。”
“我明白你的意思，”彼得说，“没错。那是一座塔楼的残余。那些是通到墙头上去的台阶。再看看其他那些台阶——那些不太陡的宽台阶——一直通到那个门道。那肯定是通向大厅的门。”
“从它衰败的样子来看，这是许多世纪以前的事儿了。”埃德蒙说。
“是的，很久以前，”彼得说，“希望我们能够发现，是谁曾经在这座古堡里住过，那是什么时候的事情。”
“我有一种奇怪的感觉。”露西说。
“是吗，露？”彼得说着，转过身来，定睛看着她，“我也有同样的感觉。这是这个奇怪的一天所发生的最奇怪的事情。我很想知道，我们是在哪儿？这一切又都意味着什么？”
他们一边交谈，一边穿过庭院，经过另一个门道，进入了以前的大厅。这里和庭院已经没有多少差别，屋顶早就不见了，到处长满了青草和雏菊。与庭院相比，不同之处在于其面积比较狭小，墙壁显得略高一些。在大厅的另一端有个平台之类的东西，比地面高出来大约有一米。
“我怀疑，这里以前真的是个大厅吗？”苏珊说，“那个台子是做什么用的？”
“哦，你可真笨，”彼得说（他莫名其妙地兴奋起来），“难道你没看出来？那是放置御案的平台，国王与大臣就在那上面就座。人们会以为，你已经忘记了我们自己曾经是国王与女王，曾经高坐在宫廷中类似的平台上。”
“就在我们的凯尔帕拉维尔城堡，”苏珊用一种梦呓般的、如歌如述的声音继续说道，“在纳尼亚大河的河口。我怎么会忘记呢？”
“但愿那一幕又会重新上演！”露西说，“我们可以装作是在凯尔帕拉维尔，这个大厅一定与我们宴乐的宫廷非常相似。”
“不幸的是没有宴席，”埃德蒙说，“你们要知道，天色已晚。看看影子变得有多长了。你们没有注意到吗，温度已经没有那么高了。”
“如果在这里过夜的话，我们需要一个篝火，”彼得说，“我带着火柴。我们出去看看，能不能捡到一些干柴。”
大家都觉得这话很有道理。在随后的半个小时，他们都忙活起来。在废墟前的果园里没有多少干树枝，他们就到城堡的另一边去寻找。由一个小偏门走出大厅，外面是迷宫般的石堆与空地，想必这些曾经是走廊与众多的小房间，现在却到处长满了荨麻与野玫瑰。再往前，他们在城堡的墙上发现了一个很宽的缺口。走出缺口，他们来到了一个长着高大深色树木的树林。在这里，他们拣到了一些枯枝、朽木、干树叶，以及大量的冷杉球果。他们将这些东西扎成捆，一趟趟搬运回去，最后，在那个平台上堆了一大堆柴火。搬运到第五趟时，他们在大厅外发现了一口被野草遮盖住的水井。将野草剔除之后，他们发现井很深，里面的井水清澈洁净。有一条残破的石头甬道呈半圆形环绕着这口井。两个女孩子去采了一些苹果，两个男孩子负责生火。他们选了平台上两堵墙之间的一个角落，认为这个地方最舒适暖和。他们费了好大的劲儿，划了许多根火柴，终于把火点着了。一切就绪之后，兄妹四人背对着墙，围着篝火坐下。他们试着把苹果穿在树枝上用火烤，但是没有糖，烤苹果的味道不怎么样。苹果刚烤好时太烫，无法用手去拿，等到凉下来，又不好吃了。他们只好将就着吃些生苹果。正如埃德蒙所说的，吃生苹果使人意识到，学校的晚餐还不太糟糕——“这会儿如果有一大块奶油面包就好了。”他补充道。但是他们的内心都充满了一种冒险精神，并没有人真的想回到学校里去。
吃完最后一个苹果之后，苏珊又去井边汲水。她回来时，手上拿着一件东西。
“看，”她用一种哽咽的声音说，“我在井边找到的。”她把那个东西交给彼得，自己坐了下来。看她的样子，听她的声音，使人觉得她险些就要哭出声来。埃德蒙和露西急切地探过身子，想看看彼得手中到底拿了个什么——那是一个亮闪闪的小东西，在火光照耀下熠熠生辉。
“哦，我——我真晕，”彼得说，他的声音听上去也怪怪的，随手将那个东西递给他们。
现在他们看清楚了——那是国际象棋中的一颗马的棋子，与普通棋子的大小相仿，但因为是纯金打造的，搁在手上沉甸甸的。马的眼睛是两块小小的红宝石——或者不如说是一块，因为另一块已经丢失了。
“哎呀！”露西说，“这真像我们在凯尔帕拉维尔做王与女王时所用过的金棋子。”
“振作起来，苏。”彼得给大妹妹鼓劲道。
“我控制不住自己，”苏珊说，“它使我想起了——啊，多么美好的时光。我记得曾经和潘恩还有那些友好的巨人们下棋，水中仙子们在海中歌唱，我那匹漂亮的马儿——还有——还有——”
“现在，”彼得用一种激动的语调说道，“我们四个该动脑筋好好地思考一番了。”
“思考什么？”埃德蒙问道。
“你们没有猜到我们是在什么地方吗？”彼得说。
“快说，说下去，”露西催促道，“有好几个钟头了，我一直感到这个地方笼罩着某种奇妙的神秘。”
“继续说，彼得，”埃德蒙说，“我们都在洗耳恭听。”
“我们就在凯尔帕拉维尔的废墟之中。”彼得说。
“可是，我要说，”埃德蒙回答道，“我的意思是，你是怎么看出来的？这个地方已经荒废了许多个世纪。看看那些长到门口的大树。看看这些石头。任何人都能看得出来，这里已经有几百年无人居住了。”
“我知道，”彼得说，“那正是费解的地方。让我们暂时把那个放在一边。我想逐个谈一下我的理由。第一，这个大厅与凯尔帕拉维尔宫庭的形状和大小完全相同。只要想象这上面有个屋顶，将荒草换成五颜六色的小路，墙壁上装饰着挂毯，你就置身于我们的皇家御宴大厅了。”
没有一个人做声。
“第二点，”彼得接着讲道，“这个城堡的水井与我们的水井位置完全重合，也是在大厅外偏南的地方，而且大小形状都一模一样。”
照样，谁都没有吭声。
“第三点，苏珊刚发现了一颗我们用过的棋子——或者说跟我们的棋子完全相同的东西。”
众人还是不做声。
“第四点，你们记得吗——就在卡罗门王的使节到来的前一天——难道你们忘记了在凯尔帕拉维尔北门外开辟的果园？树精中最伟大的果树女神波莫娜亲自到场，为其祝福。那些非常可敬的小家伙，鼹鼠们，挖掘了一个个树坑。难道你们忘记了滑稽的老理理格拉乌，鼹鼠的头领，拄着铁锹说：‘陛下，请相信我，有一天你们会为这些果树感到高兴。’天哪，它说的话应验了。”
“我记得！我记得！”露西拍着双手嚷道。
“可是听我说，彼得，”埃德蒙说，“你的话都是一些胡言乱语。首先，我们并没有将果树一直栽到大门口。我们不会蠢到这个地步。”
“是的，当然不会，”彼得说，“是果树慢慢长到了门口。”
“另外，”埃德蒙说，“凯尔帕拉维尔并不在一个小岛上。”
“没错，我也一直在思考这件事。但那要看你如何称呼它，也许是半岛，差不多是个岛屿。没准儿在我们的时代之后，有人开凿了一个海峡，把它变为了一个海岛。”
“等一下！”埃德蒙说，“你不断提到我们的时代。可是我们离开纳尼亚才刚刚一年，在一年之内，城堡坍塌，大森林长成，我们亲眼看着栽种的小树变成了古老的大果园，天知道还有别的什么。这一切都是不可能的。”
“还有一件事，”露西说，“如果这是凯尔帕拉维尔，平台后边应该还有一扇门。事实上，此刻我们坐在这里，应该是背靠在那扇门上。你们知道——那扇门是通往藏宝室的。”
“我想这里并没有一扇门。”彼得说着，站起身来。
他们身后的那堵墙上长满了藤蔓。
“我们马上就可以一探究竟，”埃德蒙说着，拿起一根准备烧火用的木棍，开始敲打爬满青藤的墙壁。棍子打在石头上，发出啪啪的声响。他接着往前敲击，还是啪啪的声音。埃德蒙继续四下里敲击，忽然传来了咚咚声，与先前的声音大相径庭，那是一种空洞的、木头的低沉声响。
“天哪！”埃德蒙惊叫道。
“我们必须把这些藤蔓清除掉。”彼得说。
“啊，先留着它们，”苏珊说，“我们明早再试也不迟。如果我们在这里过夜，我可不想在背后有一扇敞开着的门，一个大黑洞，除了穿堂风和潮气，说不定还有什么东西会从里面钻出来。再说天很快就要黑了。”
“苏珊！你怎么能这样说话？”露西说着，用责备的目光瞥了她一眼。两个男孩子无比兴奋，根本就没有理睬苏珊的建议。他们用手拔藤蔓，又用彼得的小刀来割，不一会儿小刀就被弄断了。于是，他们又用埃德蒙的小刀。很快，刚才坐的那个地方就堆满了青藤。最后，他们总算把门给清理干净了。
“门自然是锁着的，”彼得说。
“木头早就糟了，”埃德蒙说，“我们一下子就能把它砸碎，还可以多一些柴火。来吧。”
他们花的时间比预想的要长，直到暮色苍茫，一两颗星星已在夜空中闪现，他们才把那扇门给弄开。一堆乱糟糟的木块散落在男孩子们的脚下，他们擦掉手上的泥巴，望着阴冷黑暗的门洞，不光是苏珊一个人打了个冷战。
“眼下需要一个火把。”彼得说。
“啊，有什么用处？”苏珊说，“正如埃德蒙所说——”
“我这会儿不再说了，”埃德蒙打断了她，“我还是搞不懂，不过我们很快就会弄明白。彼得，我猜你是打算下去，对吧？”
“我们必须下去，”彼得说，“苏珊，打起精神来。我们既然回到了纳尼亚，表现得象个孩子无济于事。你在这儿是个女王。不管怎么说，心里怀着一个未知的秘密，没有人能够睡得着觉。”
他们想用长木棍来做火把，但并没有成功。你若将点着的那一头朝上，火就会熄灭。如果将点着的那头朝下，火又会烧痛你的手，烟会熏着你的眼睛。到末了，他们只好使用埃德蒙的手电筒。幸好那是他几天前收到的生日礼物，电池差不多还是新的。他拿着手电筒，走在前边。露西跟在他的身后，接下去是苏珊，彼得担任后卫。
“我已到了台阶的顶端。”埃德蒙说。
“数一下，”彼得说。
“一——二——三，”埃德蒙嘴里数着，一边小心翼翼地下台阶，他一直数到第十六级。“到底了。”他朝上面喊道。
“看来这里真的是凯尔帕拉维尔，”露西说，“原来的台阶就是十六级。”谁都没有搭腔。最后大家全都走下台阶，挤成一团站在那里。埃德蒙用手电筒缓缓地照着四周。
“哦——哦——哦——哦！”四个孩子一连声地叫道。
这时，他们全都看出来了，这里的确是凯尔帕拉维尔的藏宝室。作为纳尼亚的国王与女王，他们曾经在这个地方执掌王权。藏宝室中间有一个过道（就像暖房那样），两边每隔一段距离就立着一副华丽的铠甲，很像守卫财宝的骑士。在过道两边的铠甲之间，是一些摆放着珍宝的架子——项链、臂环、指环、金碗碟、长长的象牙、胸针、冠状头饰和金链子，一堆堆还未镶嵌的宝石摊在架子上，仿佛是些弹子或是土豆——有钻石、红宝石、红玉、绿宝石、黄宝石和紫晶。架子下面放着大橡木箱子，有铁条加固，严严实实地锁着。藏宝室里十分阴冷，宁静得他们都能够听到自己的呼吸声。珠宝上蒙着厚厚的灰尘，要不是认出了自己所在的地方，并回忆起了大部分珍宝，他们将很难辨别出那都是些什么东西。这地方充斥着一种凄凉而恐怖的氛围，整个儿显露出一种衰败和陈旧的景象。因此至少有一分钟，没有一个人讲话。
当然，随即他们开始走动起来，拿起一些东西来观看。这就像是与老友重逢。如果你也在场，就会听到他们在说着这样一些话，“啊，看！这是我们加冕时的环——你还记得我们第一次戴上的情景吗？——哎呀，这是我们以为丢了的小胸针——喂，那不是你在孤独岛马上比武时穿的铠甲吗？——你们还记得小矮人为我制作那件首饰吗？——你们记不记得我们曾经用那个角来喝酒？——你们记得吗，你们记得吗？”
突然，埃德蒙说：“注意。我们不能浪费电池。天知道我们还有多么次要用到它。我们是否最好拿上一些需要的东西，就出去呢？”
“我们必须带上那些礼物。”彼得说。很久以前，在纳尼亚的一个圣诞节，他、苏珊还有露西都得到了一些礼物。他们将这些礼物看得比整个王国还要宝贵。埃德蒙没有得到礼物，因为当时他没有跟他们在一起。（这是他自己的过错，你在另一本书中可以读到前因后果。）
大家都赞同彼得的话，于是他们顺着过道，走到藏宝室最里面那一堵墙的跟前。果然，礼物还挂在墙上。露西的礼物最小，是一个小瓶子。但那瓶子不是用玻璃而是用钻石制成的，里面还有大半瓶神奇的药水。这药水几乎可以医治所有的创伤与疾病。露西默默地、神情庄重地取下自己的礼物，斜挎在肩上。她再一次感觉到，自己好像又回到了以往的岁月。苏珊的礼物是一张弓、一些箭和一只号角。弓还在原处，象牙箭筒里的翎毛箭还是满满的。但是——“哦，苏珊，”露西问，“号角在哪儿？”
“啊，糟了，糟了，糟了，”苏珊想了一下，连声叫道，“我想起来了。最后一天，就是我们去捕猎白鹿的那一天，我还带在身边。一定是我们匆匆返回另一个地方时给弄丢了——我指的是返回英国。”
埃德蒙吹了声口哨。确实这是个重大的损失。因为那个号角非常神奇，无论是什么时候，无论在什么地方，只要你吹响号角，就能够得到帮助。
“在这种地方，那个东西早晚都会派上用场的。”埃德蒙说。
“没关系，”苏珊说，“我还有弓。”她把弓取了下来。
“弓弦有没有朽坏，苏？”彼得问道。
不知是藏宝室的空气富有魔力还是怎么回事，弓依然保持着良好的状态。苏珊擅长射箭和游泳。她用力将弓拉满，轻轻弹了弹弓弦。弓弦嗵的响了一声，嗡嗡的声响使整个藏宝室的空气都震颤了起来。比起迄今所发生的一切，这个轻微的弓弦声更使得孩子们在脑海中浮想联翩，战斗、打猎、聚餐等场景纷至沓来。
然后，苏珊松开弓弦，把箭筒佩带在身上。
彼得也取下自己的礼物——画有红色巨狮的盾牌，和那把上乘宝剑。他吹了吹灰尘，又放在地板上轻轻拍打了一下，这才佩戴上宝剑，一只手拿着盾牌。起初，他还担心宝剑已生锈，害怕拔不出来。但出乎意外，他一下子就把宝剑拔出鞘来，高高举起，剑锋在手电筒的照射下发出一道寒光。
“这是我的宝剑雷顿，”他说，“我曾用它杀死了狼怪。”他的声音平添了新的力量，其他三个人感到，他再次变成了真正的彼得大帝。又过了一小会儿，他们才想起必须要节约电池。
他们顺着台阶来到平台上，挑旺了火，躺下依偎在一起互相取暖。地面很硬，硌得人很不舒服，但最终他们还是进入了梦乡。