Deep Magic From The Dawn Of Time
创始之初的深奥魔法
Now we must get back to Edmund. When he had been made to walk far further than he had ever known that anybody could walk， the Witch at last halted in a dark valley all overshadowed with fir trees and yew trees. Edmund simply sank down and lay on his face doing nothing at all and not even caring what was going to happen next provided they would let him lie still. He was too tired even to notice how hungry and thirsty he was. The Witch and the dwarf were talking close beside him in low tones.
“No，” said the dwarf， “it is no use now， O Queen. They must have reached the Stone Table by now.”
“Perhaps the Wolf will smell us out and bring us news，” said the Witch.
“It cannot be good news if he does，” said the dwarf.
“Four thrones in Cair Paravel，” said the Witch. “How if only three were filled？ That would not fulfil the prophecy.”
“What difference would that make now that He is here？” said the dwarf. He did not dare， even now， to mention the name of Aslan to his mistress.
“He may not stay long. And then-we would fall upon the three at Cair.”
“Yet it might be better，” said the dwarf， “to keep this one” （here he kicked Edmund） “for bargaining with.”
“Yes！ And have him rescued，” said the Witch scornfully.
“Then，” said the dwarf， “we had better do what we have to do at once.”
“I would like to have it done on the Stone Table itself，” said the Witch. “That is the proper place. That is where it has always been done before.”
“It will be a long time now before the Stone Table can again be put to its proper use，” said the dwarf.
“True，” said the Witch； and then， “Well， I will begin.”
At that moment with a rush and a snarl a Wolf rushed up to them. “I have seen them. They are all at the Stone Table， with Him. Theyhave killed my captain， Maugrim. I was hidden in the thickets and saw it all. One of the Sons of Adam killed him. Fly！ Fly！”
“No，” said the Witch. “There need be no flying. Go quickly. Summon all our people to meet me here as speedily as they can. Call out the giants and the werewolves and the spirits of those trees who are on our side. Call the Ghouls， and the Boggles， the Ogres and the Minotaurs. Call the Cruels， the Hags， the Spectres， and the people of the Toadstools. We will fight. What？ Have I not still my wand？ Will not their ranks turn into stone even as they come on？ Be off quickly， I have a little thing to finish here while you are away.”
The great brute bowed its head， turned， and galloped away.
“Now！” she said， “we have no table-let me see. We had better put it against the trunk of a tree.”
Edmund found himself being roughly forced to his feet. Then the dwarf set him with his back against a tree and bound him fast. He saw the Witch take off her outer mantle. Her arms were bare underneath it and terribly white. Because they were so very white he could see them， but he could not see much else， it was so dark in this valley under the dark trees.
“Prepare the victim，”， said the Witch. And the dwarf undid Edmund‘s collar and folded back his shirt at the neck. Then he took Edmund’s hair and pulled his head back so that he had to raise hischin. After that Edmund heard a strange noise-whizz-whizz- whizz. For a moment he couldn‘t think what it was. Then he realized. It was the sound of a knife being sharpened.
At that very moment he heard loud shouts from every direction-a drumming of hoofs and a beating of wings-a scream from the Witch-confusion all round him. And then he found he was being untied. Strong arms were round him and he heard big， kind voices saying things like-“Let him lie down-give him some wine-drink this-steady now-you’ll be all right in a minute.”
Then he heard the voices of people who were not talking to him but to one another. And they were saying things like “Who‘s got the Witch？”-“I thought you had her.” “I didn’t see her after I knocked the knife out of her hand-I was after the dwarf-do you mean to say she‘s escaped？” “A chap can’t mind everything at once-what‘s that？ Oh， sorry， it’s only an old stump！” But just at this point Edmund went off in a dead faint.
Presently the centaurs and unicorns and deer and birds （they were of course the rescue party which Aslan had sent in the last chapter） all set off to go back to the Stone Table， carrying Edmund with them. But if they could have seen what happened in that valley after they had gone， I think they might have been surprised.
It was perfectly still and presently the moon grew bright； if you had been there you would have seen the moonlight shining on an old tree-stump and on a fair-sized boulder. But if you had gone on looking you would gradually have begun to think there was something odd about both the stump and the boulder. And next you would have thought that the stump did look really remarkably like a little fat man crouching on the ground. And if you had watched long enough youwould have seen the stump walk across to the boulder and the boulder sit up and begin talking to the stump； for in reality the stump and the boulder were simply the Witch and the dwarf. For it was part of her magic that she could make things look like what they aren‘t， and she had the presence of mind to do so at the very moment when the knifewas knocked out of her hand. She had kept hold of her wand， so it had been kept safe， too.
When the other children woke up the next morning （they had been sleeping on piles of cushions in the pavilion） the first thing they heard-from Mrs Beaver-was that their brother had been rescued and brought into camp late last night； and was at that moment with Aslan. As soon as they had breakfasted they all went out， and there they saw Aslan and Edmund walking together in the dewy grass， apart from the rest of the court. There is no need to tell you （and no oneever heard） what Aslan was saying， but it was a conversation which Edmund never forgot. As the others drew nearer Aslan turned to meet them， bringing Edmund with him.
“Here is your brother，” he said， “and-there is no need to talk to him about what is past.”