The Great Meeting On Stable Hill
马棚山上的大会
For a long time they could not speak nor even shed a tear. Then the Unicorn stamped the ground with his hoof， and shook his mane， and spoke.
“Sire，” he said， “there is now no need of counsel. We see that the Ape‘s plans were laid deeper than we dreamed of. Doubtless he has been long in secret traffic with The Tisroc， and as soon as he had found the lion-skin he sent him word to make ready his navy for the taking of Cair Paravel and all Narnia. Nothing now remains for us seven but to go back to Stable Hill， proclaim the truth， and take the adventure that Aslan sends us. And if， by a great marvel， we defeat
those thirty Calormenes who are with the Ape， then to turn again and die in battle with the far greater host of them that will soon march from Cair Paravel.”
Tirian nodded. But he turned to the children and said： “Now， friends， it is time for you to go hence into your own world. Doubtless you have done all that you were sent to do.”
“B-but we’ve done nothing，” said Jill who was shivering， not with fear exactly but because everything was so horrible.
“Nay，” said the King， “you loosed me from the tree： you glided before me like a snake last night in the wood and took Puzzle： and
you， Eustace， killed your man. But you are too young to share in such a bloody end as we others must meet tonight or， it may be， three days hence. I entreat you-nay， I command you-to return to your own place. I should be put to shame if I let such young warriors fall in battle on my side.”
“No， no， no，” said Jill （very white when she began speaking and then suddenly very red and then white again.） “We won‘t， I don’t care what you say. We‘re going to stick to you whatever happens， aren’t we， Eustace？”
“Yes， but there‘s no need to get so worked up about it，” said Eustace， who had stuck his hands in his pockets （forgetting how very odd that looks when you are wearing a mail shirt）. “Because， you see， we haven’t any choice. What‘s the good of talking about our going back？ How？ We’ve got no magic for doing it！”
This was very good sense but， at the moment， Jill hated Eustace for saying it. He was fond of being dreadfully matter-of-fact when other people got excited.
When Tirian realized that the two strangers could not get home （unless Aslan suddenly whisked them away）， he next wanted them to go across the Southern Mountains into Archenland where they might possibly be safe. But they didn‘t know their way and there was no one to send with them. Also， as Poggin said， once the Calormenes had Narnia they would certainly take Archenland in the next week or so： the Tisroc had always wanted to have these Northern countries for his own. In the end Eustace and Jill begged so hard that Tirian said they could come with him and take their chance-or， as he much more
sensibly called it， “the adventure that Aslan would send them”.
The King’s first idea was that they should not go back to Stable Hill-they were sick of the very name of it by now-till after dark. But the Dwarf told them that if they arrived there by daylight they would probably find the place deserted， except perhaps for a Calormene sentry. The Beasts were far too frightened by what the Ape （and Ginger） had told them about this new angry Aslan-or Tashlan-to go near it except when they were called together for these horrible
midnight meetings. And Calormenes are never good woodsmen. Poggin thought that even by daylight they could easily get round to somewhere behind the stable without being seen. This would be much harder to do when the night had come and the Ape might be calling the Beasts together and all the Calormenes were on duty. And when the meeting did begin they could leave Puzzle at the back of the stable， completely out of sight， till the moment at which they wanted to produce him. This was obviously a good thing： for their only chance was to give the Narnians a sudden surprise.
Everyone agreed and the whole party set off on a new line-north- west-towards the hated Hill. The Eagle sometimes flew to and fro above them， sometimes he sat perched on Puzzle‘s back. No one-not even the King himself except in some great need-would dream of riding on a Unicorn.
This time Jill and Eustace walked together. They had been feeling very brave when they were begging to be allowed to come with the others， but now they didn’t feel brave at all.
“Pole，” said Eustace in a whisper. “I may as well tell you I‘ve got the wind up.”
“Oh you’re all right， Scrubb，” said Jill. “You can fight. But I-I‘m just shaking， if you want to know the truth.”
“Oh shaking’s nothing，” said Eustace. “I‘m feeling I’m going to be sick.”
“Don‘t talk about that， for goodness’ sake，” said Jill. They went on in silence for a minute or two. “Pole，” said Eustace presently.
“What？” said she.
“What‘ll happen if we get killed here？” “Well， we’ll be dead， I suppose.”
“But I mean， what will happen in our own world？ Shall we wake up and find ourselves back in that train？ Or shall we just vanish and never be heard of any more？ Or shall we be dead in England？”
“Gosh. I never thought of that.”
“It‘ll be rum for Peter and the others if they saw me waving out
of the window and then when the train comes in we’re nowhere to be found！ Or if they found two-I mean， if we‘re dead over there in England.”
“Ugh！” said Jill. “What a horrid idea.”
“It wouldn’t be horrid for us，” said Eustace. “We shouldn‘t be there.” “I almost wish-no I don’t， though，” said Jill.
“What were you going to say？”
“I was going to say I wished we‘d never come. But I don’t， I don‘t， I don’t. Even if we are killed. I‘d rather be killed fighting for Narnia than grow old and stupid at home and perhaps go about in a Bath chair and then die in the end just the same.”
“Or be smashed up by British Railways！” “Why d’you say that？”
“Well， when that awful jerk came-the one that seemed to throw us into Narnia-I thought it was the beginning of a railway accident. So I was jolly glad to find ourselves here instead.”