CHAPTER TWELVE THROUGH THE STABLE DOOR（第3/3页）

The hideous creature vanished，with the Tarkaan still under its arm. And Tirian turned to see who had spoken．And what he saw then set his heart beating as it had never beaten in any fight．

Seven Kings and Queens stood before him，all with crowns on their heads and all in glittering clothes，but the Kings wore fine mail as well and had their swords drawn in their hands. Tirian bowed courteously and was about to speak when the youngest of the Queens laughed. He stared hard at her face，and then gasped with amazement，for he knew her. It was Jill：but not Jill as he had last seen her，with her face all dirt and tears and an old drill dress half slipping off one shoulder. Now she looked cool and fresh，as fresh as if she had just come from bathing. And at first he thought she looked older，but then didn’t，and he could never make up his mind on that point. And then he saw that the youngest of the Kings was Eustace：but he also was changed as Jill was changed．

Tirian suddenly felt awkward about coming among these people with the blood and dust and sweat of a battle still on him. Next moment he realized that he was not in that state at all. He was fresh and cool and clean，and dressed in such clothes as he would have worn for a great feast at Cair Paravel. (But in Narnia your good clothes were never your uncomfortable ones. They knew how to make things that felt beautiful as well as looking beautiful in Narnia：and there was no such thing as starch or flannel or elastic to be found from one end of the country to the other.)

“Sire，”said Jill coming forward and making a beautiful curtsey，“let me make you known to Peter the High King over all Kings in Narnia.”

Tirian had no need to ask which was the High King，for he remembered his face (though here it was far nobler) from his dream. He stepped forward，sank on one knee and kissed Peter’s hand．

“High King，”he said.“You are welcome to me.”

And the High King raised him and kissed him on both cheeks as a High King should. Then he led him to the eldest of the Queens-but even she was not old，and there were no grey hairs on her head and no wrinkles on her cheek-and said，“Sir，this is that Lady Polly who came into Narnia on the First Day，when Aslan made the trees grow and the Beasts talk.”He brought him next to a man whose golden beard flowed over his breast and whose face was full of wisdom.“And this，”he said，“is the Lord Digory who was with her on that day. And this is my brother，King Edmund：and this my sister，the Queen Lucy.”

“Sir，”said Tirian，when he had greeted all these.“If I have read the chronicle aright，there should be another. Has not your Majesty two sisters ？ Where is Queen Susan ？”

“My sister Susan，”answered Peter shortly and gravely，“is no longer a friend of Narnia.”

“Yes，”said Eustace，“and whenever you’ve tried to get her to come and talk about Narnia or do anything about Narnia，she says，‘What wonderful memories you have! Fancy your still thinking about all those funny games we used to play when we were children.’”

“Oh Susan!”said Jill.“She’s interested in nothing nowadays except nylons and lipstick and invitations. She always was a jolly sight too keen on being grown-up.”

“Grown-up，indeed，”said the Lady Polly.“I wish she would grow up. She wasted all her school time wanting to be the age she is now，and she’ll waste all the rest of her life trying to stay that age. Her whole idea is to race on to the silliest time of one’s life as quick as she can and then stop there as long as she can.”

“Well，don’t let’s talk about that now，”said Peter.“Look! Here are lovely fruit-trees. Let us taste them.”

And then，for the first time，Tirian looked about him and realized how very queer this adventure was．