“Uponmyword，”
saidTrumpkin，“ifyouwantsomeonewhocankillwithlooks，Reepicheepwouldbethebest．”
“Hewouldindeed，fromallIhear，”
saidPeterwithalaugh．“Ifonlyhewasn’tsosmall．Theywouldn’tevenseehimtillhewasclose！”
“SendGlenstorm，Sire，”
saidTrufflehunter．“NooneeverlaughedataCentaur．”
AnhourlatertwogreatlordsinthearmyofMiraz，theLordGlozelleandtheLordSopespian，strollingalongtheirlinesandpickingtheirteethafterbreakfast，lookedupandsawcomingdowntothemfromthewoodtheCentaurandGiantWimbleweather，whomtheyhadseenbeforeinbattle，andbetweenthemafiguretheycouldnotrecognize．NorindeedwouldtheotherboysatEdmund’sschoolhaverecognizedhimiftheycouldhaveseenhimatthatmoment．ForAslanhadbreathedonhimattheirmeetingandakindofgreatnesshungabouthim．
“What’stodo？”
saidtheLordGlozelle．“Anattack？”
“Aparley，rather，”
saidSopespian．“See，theycarrygreenbranches．Theyarecomingtosurrendermostlikely．”
“HethatiswalkingbetweentheCentaurandtheGianthasnolookofsurrenderinhisface，”
saidGlozelle．“Whocanhebe？ItisnottheboyCaspian．”
“Noindeed，”
saidSopespian．“Thisisafellwarrior，Iwarrantyou，wherevertherebelshavegothimfrom．Heis（inyourLordship’sprivateear）akingliermanthaneverMirazwas．Andwhatmailhewears！
Noneofoursmithscanmakethelike．”
“I’llwagermydappledPomelyhebringsachallenge，notasurrender，”
saidGlozelle．
“Howthen？”
saidSopespian．“Weholdtheenemyinourfisthere．Mirazwouldneverbesohair-brainedastothrowawayhisadvantageonacombat．”
“Hemightbebroughttoit，”
saidGlozelleinamuchlowervoice.
“Softly，”
saidSopespian．“Stepalittleasidehereoutofearshotofthosesentries．Now．HaveItakenyourLordship’smeaningaright？”
“IftheKingundertookwagerofbattle，”
whisperedGlozelle，“why，eitherhewouldkillorbekilled．”
“So，”
saidSopespian，noddinghishead．
“Andifhekilledweshouldhavewonthiswar．”
“Certainly．Andifnot？”
“Why，ifnot，weshouldbeasabletowinitwithouttheKing’sgraceaswithhim．ForIneednottellyourLordshipthatMirazisnoverygreatcaptain．Andafterthat，weshouldbebothvictoriousandkingless．”
“Anditisyourmeaning，myLord，thatyouandIcouldholdthislandquiteasconvenientlywithoutaKingaswithone？”
Glozelle’sfacegrewugly．“Notforgetting，”
saidhe，“thatitwaswewhofirstputhimonthethrone．Andinalltheyearsthathehasenjoyedit，whatfruitshavecomeourway？Whatgratitudehasheshownus？”
（第2页）
请关闭浏览器阅读模式后查看本章节，否则将出现无法翻页或章节内容丢失等现象。