CHAPTER FIFTEEN ASLAN MAKES A DOOR IN THE AIR（第2/3页）

Then Bacchus and Silenus and the Maenads began a dance，far wilder than the dance of the trees; not merely a dance for fun and beauty (though it was that too) but a magic dance of plenty，and where their hands touched，and where their feet fell，the feast came into existence—sides of roasted meat that filled the grove with delicious smell，and wheaten cakes and oaten cakes，honey and many-coloured sugars and cream as thick as porridge and as smooth as still water，peaches，nectarines，pomegranates，pears，grapes，strawberries，raspberries—pyramids and cataracts of fruit．Then，in great wooden cups and bowls and mazers，wreathed with ivy，came the wines; dark，thick ones like syrups of mulberry juice，and clear red ones like red jellies liquefied，and yellow wines and green wines and yellow-green and greenish-yellow．

But for the tree people different fare was provided．When Lucy saw Clodsley Shovel and his moles scuffling up the turf in various places (which Bacchus had pointed out to them) and realized that the trees were going to eat earth it gave her rather a shudder．But when she saw the earths that were actually brought to them she felt quite different．They began with a rich brown loam that looked almost exactly like chocolate; so like chocolate，in fact，that Edmund tried a piece of it，but he did not find it at all nice．When the rich loam had taken the edge off their hunger，the trees turned to an earth of the kind you see in Somerset，which is almost pink．They said it was lighter and sweeter．At the cheese stage they had a chalky soil，and then went on to delicate confections of the finest gravels powdered with choice silver sand．They drank very little wine，and it made the Hollies very talkative: for the most part they quenched their thirst with deep draughts of mingled dew and rain，flavoured with forest flowers and the airy taste of the thinnest clouds．

Thus Aslan feasted the Narnians till long after the sunset had died away，and the stars had come out; and the great fire，now hotter but less noisy，shone like a beacon in the dark woods，and the frightened Telmarines saw it from far away and wondered what it might mean．The best thing of all about this feast was that there was no breaking up or going away，but as the talk grew quieter and slower，one after another would begin to nod and finally drop off to sleep with feet towards the fire and good friends on either side，till at last there was silence all round the circle，and the chattering of water over stone at the Ford of Beruna could be heard once more．But all night Aslan and the Moon gazed upon each other with joyful and unblinking eyes．

Next day messengers (who were chiefly squirrels and birds) were sent all over the country with a proclamation to the scattered Telmarines—including，of course，the prisoners in Beruna．They were told that Caspian was now King and that Narnia would henceforth belong to the Talking Beasts and the Dwarfs and Dryads and Fauns and other creatures quite as much as to the men．Any who chose to stay under the new conditions might do so; but for those who did not like the idea，Aslan would provide another home．Anyone who wished to go there must come to Aslan and the Kings at the Ford of Beruna by noon on the fifth day．You may imagine that this caused plenty of head-scratching among the Telmarines．Some of them，chiefly the young ones，had，like Caspian，heard stories of the Old Days and were delighted that they had come back．They were already making friends with the creatures．These all decided to stay in Narnia．But most of the older men，especially those who had been important under Miraz，were sulky and had no wish to live in a country where they could not rule the roost．“Live here with a lot of blooming performing animals！ No fear，”they said．“And ghosts too，”some added with a shudder．“That’s what those there Dryads really are．It’s not canny．”They were also suspicious．“I don’t trust’em，”they said.“Not with that awful Lion and all．He won’t keep his claws off us long，you’ll see．”But then they were equally suspicious of his offer to give them a new home．“Take us off to his den and eat us one by one most likely，”they muttered．And the more they talked to one another the sulkier and more suspicious they became．But on the appointed day more than half of them turned up．

At one end of the glade Aslan had caused to be set up two stakes of wood，higher than a man’s head and about three feet apart．A third，and lighter，piece of wood was bound across them at the top，uniting them，so that the whole thing looked like a doorway from nowhere into nowhere．In front of this stood Aslan himself with Peter on his right and Caspian on his left．Grouped round them were Susan and Lucy，Trumpkin and Trufflehunter，the Lord Cornelius，Glenstorm，Reepicheep，and others．The children and the Dwarfs had made good use of the royal wardrobes in what had been the castle of Miraz and was now the castle of Caspian，and what with silk and cloth of gold，with snowy linen glancing through slashed sleeves，with silver mail shirts and jewelled sword—hilts，with gilt helmets and feathered bonnets，they were almost too bright to look at．Even the beasts wore rich chains about their necks．Yet nobody’s eyes were on them or the children．The living and strokable gold of Aslan’s mane outshone them all．The rest of the Old Narnians stood down each side of the glade．At the far end stood the Telmarines．The sun shone brightly and pennants fluttered in the light wind．

“Men of Telmar，”said Aslan，“you who seek a new land，hear my words．I will send you all to your own country，which I know and you do not．”

“We don’t remember Telmar．We don’t know where it is．We don’t know what it is like，”grumbled the Telmarines．

“You came into Narnia out of Telmar，”said Aslan．“But you came into Telmar from another place．You do not belong to this world at all．You came hither，certain generations ago，out of that same world to which the High King Peter belongs．”

At this，half the Telmarines began whimpering，“There you are．Told you so．He’s going to kill us all，send us right out of the world，”and the other half began throwing out their chests and slapping one another on the back and whispering，“There you are．Might have guessed we didn’t belong to this place with all its queer，nasty，unnatural creatures．We’re of royal blood，you’ll see．”And even Caspian and Cornelius and the children turned to Aslan with looks of amazement on their faces.

“Peace，”said Aslan in the low voice which was nearest to his growl．The earth seemed to shake a little and every living thing in the grove became still as stone．

“You，Sir Caspian，”said Aslan，“might have known that you could be no true King of Narnia unless，like the Kings of old，you were a son of Adam and came from the world of Adam’s sons．And so you are．Many years ago in that world，in a deep sea of that world which is called the South Sea，a shipload of pirates were driven by storm on an island．And there they did as pirates would: killed the natives and took the native women for wives，and made palm wine，and drank and were drunk，and lay in the shade of the palm trees，and woke up and quarrelled，and sometimes killed one another．And in one of these frays six were put to flight by the rest and fled with their women into the centre of the island and up a mountain，and went，as they thought，into a cave to hide．But it was one of the magical places of that world，one of the chinks or chasms between chat world and this．There were many chinks or chasms between worlds in old times，but they have grown rarer．This was one of the last: I do not say the last．And so they fell，or rose，or blundered，or dropped right through，and found themselves in this world，in the Land of Telmar which was then unpeopled．But why it was unpeopled is a long story: I will not tell it now．And in Telmar their descendants lived and became a fierce and proud people; and after many generations there was a famine in Telmar and they invaded Narnia，which was then in some disorder (but that also would be a long story)，and conquered it and ruled it．Do you mark all this well，King Caspian？”