CHAPTER FIVE CASPIAN’S ADVENTURE IN THE MOUNTAINS（第3/4页）

Nor did they．The wind became a tempest，the woods roared and creaked all round them．There came a crash．A tree fell right across the road just behind him．“Quiet，Destrier，quiet！”said Caspian，patting his horse’s neck; but he was trembling himself and knew that he had escaped death by an inch．Lightning flashed and a great crack of thunder seemed to break the sky in two just overhead．Destrier bolted in good earnest．Caspian was a good rider，but he had not the strength to hold him back．He kept his seat，but he knew that his life hung by a thread during the wild career that followed．Tree after tree rose up before them in the dusk and was only just avoided．Then，almost too suddenly to hurt (and yet it did hurt him too) something struck Caspian on the forehead and he knew no more．

When he came to himself he was lying in a firelit place with bruised limbs and a bad headache．Low voices were speaking close at hand．

“And now，”said one，“before it wakes up we must decide what to do with it．”

“Kill it，”said another．“We can’t let it live．It would betray us．”

“We ought to have killed it at once，or else let it alone，”said a third voice．“We can’t kill it now．Not after we’ve taken it in and bandaged its head and all．It would be murdering a guest．”

“Gentlemen，”said Caspian in a feeble voice，“whatever you do to me，I hope you will be kind to my poor horse．”

“Your horse had taken flight long before we found you，”said the first voice—a curiously husky，earthy voice，as Caspian now noticed．

“Now don’t let it talk you round with its pretty words，”said the second voice．“I still say—”

“Horns and halibuts！”exclaimed the third voice．“Of course we’re not going to murder it．For shame，Nikabrik．What do you say，Trufflehunter？ What shall we do with it？”

“I shall give it a drink，”said the first voice，presumably Trufflehunter’s．A dark shape approached the bed．Caspian felt an arm slipped gently under his shoulders—if it was exactly an arm．The shape somehow seemed wrong．The face that bent towards him seemed wrong too．He got the impression that it was very hairy and very long nosed，and there were odd white patches on each side of it．“It’s a mask of some sort，”thought Caspian．“Or perhaps I’m in a fever and imagining it all．”A cupful of something sweet and hot was set to his lips and he drank．At that moment one of the others poked the fire．A blaze sprang up and Caspian almost screamed with the shock as the sudden light revealed the face that was looking into his own．It was not a man’s face but a badger’s，though larger and friendlier and more intelligent than the face of any badger he had seen before．And it had certainly been talking．He saw，too，that he was on a bed of heather，in a cave．By the fire sat two little bearded men，so much wilder and shorter and hairier and thicker than Doctor Cornelius that he knew them at once for real Dwarfs，ancient Dwarfs with not a drop of human blood in their veins．And Caspian knew that he had found the Old Narnians at last．Then his head began to swim again．

In the next few days he learned to know them by names．The Badger was called Trufflehunter; he was the oldest and kindest of the three．The Dwarf who had wanted to kill Caspian was a sour Black Dwarf (that is，his hair and beard were black，and thick and hard like horsehair)．His name was Nikabrik．The other Dwarf was a Red Dwarf with hair rather like a Fox’s and he was called Trumpkin．

“And now，”said Nikabrik on the first evening when Caspian was well enough to sit up and talk，“we still have to decide what to do with this Human．You two think you’ve done it a great kindess by not letting me kill it．But I suppose the upshot is that we have to keep it a prisoner for life．I’m certainly not going to let it go alive—to go back to its own kind and betray us all．”

“Bulbs and bolsters！ Nikabrik，”said Trumpkin．“Why need you talk so unhandsomely？ It isn’t the creature’s fault that it bashed its head against a tree outside our hole．And I don’t think it looks like a traitor．”

“I say，”said Caspian，“you haven’t yet found out whether I want to go back．I don’t．I want to stay with you-if you’ll let me.I’ve been looking for people like you all my life．”

“That’s a likely story，”growled Nikabrik．“You’re a Telmarine and a Human，aren’t you？ Of course you want to go back to your own kind．”

“Well，even if I did，I couldn’t，”said Caspian．“I was flying for my life when I had my accident．The King wants to kill me．If you’d killed me，you’d have done the very thing to please him．”

“Well now，”said Trufflehunter，“you don’t say so！”

“Eh？”said Trumpkin．“What’s that？ What have you been doing，Human，to fall foul of Miraz at your age？”