CHAPTER FOUR WHAT HAPPENED THAT NIGHT（第3/3页）

“Let me be killed，”cried the King.“I ask nothing for myself. But come and save all Narnia.”

And still there was no change in the night or the wood， but there began to be a kind of change inside Tirian. Without knowing why，he began to feel a faint hope. And he felt somehow stronger.“Oh Aslan，Aslan，”he whispered.“If you will not come yourself，at least send me the helpers from beyond the world. Or let me call them. Let my voice carry beyond the world.”Then，hardly knowing that he was doing it，he suddenly cried out in a great voice：

“Children! Children! Friends of Narnia! Quick. Come to me. Across the worlds I call you; I Tirian，King of Narnia，Lord of Cair Paravel，and Emperor of the Lone Islands!”

And immediately he was plunged into a dream (if it was a dream) more vivid than any he had had in his life．

He seemed to be standing in a lighted room where seven people sat round a table. It looked as if they had just finished their meal. Two of those people were very old，an old man with a white beard and an old woman with wise，merry，twinkling eyes. He who sat at the right hand of the old man was hardly full grown，certainly younger than Tirian himself，but his face had already the look of a king and a warrior. And you could almost say the same of the other youth who sat at the right hand of the old woman. Facing Tirian across the table sat a fair-haired girl younger than either of these， and on either side of her a boy and girl who were younger still. They were all dressed in what seemed to Tirian the oddest kind of clothes．

But he had no time to think about details like that，for instantly the younger boy and both the girls started to their feet，and one of them gave a little scream. The old woman started and drew in her breath sharply. The old man must have made some sudden movement too for the wine glass which stood at his right hand was swept off the table：Tirian could hear the tinkling noise as it broke on the floor．

Then Tirian realized that these people could see him; they were staring at him as if they saw a ghost. But he noticed that the king-like one who sat at the old man’s right never moved (though he turned pale) except that he clenched his hand very tight. Then he said：

“Speak，if you’re not a phantom or a dream. You have a Narnian look about you and we are the seven friends of Narnia.”

Tirian was longing to speak，and he tried to cry out aloud that he was Tirian of Narnia，in great need of help. But he found (as I have sometimes found in dreams too) that his voice made no noise at all．

The one who had already spoken to him rose to his feet.“Shadow or spirit or whatever you are，”he said，fixing his eyes full upon Tirian.“If you are from Narnia，I charge you in the name of Aslan，speak to me. I am Peter the High King.”

The room began to swim before Tirian’s eyes. He heard the voices of those seven people all speaking at once，and all getting fainter every second，and they were saying things like，“Look! It’s fading.”“It’s melting away.”“It’s vanishing.”Next moment he was wide awake，still tied to the tree，colder and stiffer than ever. The wood was full of the pale，dreary light that comes before sunrise，and he was soaking wet with dew; it was nearly morning．

That waking was about the worst moment he had ever had in his life．