The Ape In Its Glory
不可一世的猿猴
“Master Horse， Master Horse，” said Tirian as he hastily cut its traces， “how came these aliens to enslave you？ Is Narnia conquered？ Has there been a battle？”
“No， Sire，” panted the horse， “Aslan is here. It is all by his orders. He has commanded-”
“‘Ware danger， King，” said Jewel. Tirian looked up and saw thatCalormenes （mixed with a few Talking Beasts） were beginning to run towards them from every direction. The two dead men had died without a cry and so it had taken a moment before the rest of the crowd knew what had happened. But now they did. Most of them had naked scimitars in their hands.
“Quick！ On my back！” said Jewel.
The King flung himself astride of his old friend who turned and galloped away. He changed direction twice or thrice as soon as they were out of sight of their enemies， crossed a stream， and shouted without slackening his pace， “Whither away， Sire？ To Cair Paravel？”
“Hold hard， friend，” said Tirian. “Let me off.” He slid off the Unicorn’s back and faced him.
“Jewel，” said the King. “We have done a dreadful deed.” “We were sorely provoked，” said Jewel.
“But to leap on them unawares-without defying them-while they were unarmed-faugh！ We are two murderers， Jewel. I am dishonoured for ever.”
Jewel drooped his head. He too was ashamed.
“And then，” said the King， “the Horse said it was by Aslan‘s orders. The Rat said the same. They all say Aslan is here. How if it were true？”
“But， Sire， how could Aslan be commanding such dreadful things？” “He is not a tame lion，” said Tirian. “How should we know what hewould do？ We， who are murderers. Jewel， I will go back. I will give up my sword and put myself in the hands of these Calormenes and ask that they bring me before Aslan. Let him do justice on me.”
“You will go to your death， then，” said Jewel.
“Do you think I care if Aslan dooms me to death？” said the King. “That would be nothing， nothing at all. Would it not be better to be dead than to have this horrible fear that Aslan has come and is not like the Aslan we have believed in and longed for？ It is as if the sun rose one day and were a black sun.”
“I know，” said Jewel. “Or as if you drank water and it were dry water. You are in the right， Sire. This is the end of all things. Let us go and give ourselves up.”
“There is no need for both of us to go.”
“If ever we loved one another， let me go with you now，” said the Unicorn. “If you are dead and if Aslan is not Aslan， what life is left for me？”
They turned and walked back together， shedding bitter tears.
As soon as they came to the place where the work was going on the Calormenes raised a cry and came towards them with their weapons in hand. But the King held out his sword with the hilt towards them and said：
“I who was King of Narnia and am now a dishonoured knight give myself up to the justice of Aslan. Bring me before him.”
“And I give myself up too，” said Jewel.
Then the dark men came round them in a thick crowd， smelling of garlic and onions， their white eyes flashing dreadfully in theirbrown faces. They put a rope halter round Jewel’s neck. They took the King‘s sword away and tied his hands behind his back. One of the Calormenes， who had a helmet instead of a turban and seemed to be in command， snatched the gold circlet off Tirian’s head and hastily put it away somewhere among his clothes. They led the two prisoners uphill to a place where there was a big clearing. And this was what the prisoners saw.
At the centre of the clearing， which was also the highest point of the hill， there was a little hut like a stable， with a thatched roof. Its door was shut. On the grass in front of the door there sat an Ape. Tirian and Jewel， who had been expecting to see Aslan and had heard nothing about an Ape yet， were very bewildered when they saw it. The Ape was of course Shift himself， but he looked ten times uglier than when he lived by Caldron Pool， for he was now dressed up. He was wearing a scarlet jacket which did not fit him very well， having been made for a dwarf. He had Jewelled slippers on his hind paws which would not stay on properly because， as you know， the hind paws of an Ape are really like hands. He wore what seemed to be a paper crown on his head. There was a great pile of nuts beside him and he kept cracking nuts with his jaws and spitting out the shells. And he also kept on pulling up the scarlet jacket to scratch himself. A great number of Talking Beasts stood facing him， and nearly every face in that crowd looked miserably worried and bewildered. When they saw who the prisoners were they all groaned and whimpered.
“O Lord Shift， mouthpiece of Aslan，” said the chief Calormene. “We bring you prisoners. By our skill and courage and by the permission of the great god Tash we have taken alive these two desperate murderers.” “Give me that man‘s sword，” said the Ape. So they took the King’s sword and handed it， with the sword-belt and all， to the monkey. Andhe hung it round his own neck： and it made him look sillier than ever.
“We‘ll see about those two later，” said the Ape， spitting out a shell in the direction of the two prisoners. “I got some other business first. They can wait. Now listen to me， everyone. The first thing I want to say is about nuts. Where’s that Head Squirrel got to？”
“Here， Sir，” said a red squirrel， coming forward and making a nervous little bow.
“Oh you are， are you？” said the Ape with a nasty look. “Now attend to me. I want-I mean， Aslan wants-some more nuts. These you‘ve brought aren’t anything like enough. You must bring some more， do you hear？ Twice as many. And they‘ve got to be here by sunset tomorrow， and there mustn’t be any bad ones or any small ones among them.”
A murmur of dismay ran through the other squirrels， and the Head Squirrel plucked up courage to say： “Please， would Aslan himself speak to us about it？ If we might be allowed to see him-”