CHAPTER FIVE HOW HELP CAME TO THE KING（第2/3页）

Jill made a face.“Ugh!”she said.“That’s the horrid part about coming back to Narnia.”But Eustace went on．

“Well now you know who we are，Sire，”he said.“And it was like this. The Professor and Aunt Polly had got all us friends of Narnia together-”

“I know not these names，Eustace，”said Tirian．

“They’re the two who came into Narnia at the very beginning，the day all the animals learned to talk.”

“By the Lion’s Mane，”cried Tirian.“Those two! The Lord Digory and the Lady Polly! From the dawn of the world! And still in your place ？ The wonder and the glory of it! But tell me，tell me.”

“She isn’t really our aunt，you know，”said Eustace. “She’s Miss Plummer，but we call her Aunt Polly. Well those two got us all together partly just for fun，so that we could all have a good jaw about Narnia (for of course there’s no one else we can ever talk to about things like that) but partly because the Professor had a feeling that we were somehow wanted over here. Well then you came in like a ghost or goodness-knows-what and nearly frightened the lives out of us and vanished without saying a word. After that，we knew for certain there was something up．The next question was how to get here. You can’t go just by wanting to. So we talked and talked and at last the Professor said the only way would be by the Magic Rings. It was by those Rings that he and Aunt Polly got here long， long ago when they were only kids，years before we younger ones were born. But the Rings had all been buried in the garden of a house in London (that’s our big town，Sire) and the house had been sold. So then the problem was how to get at them. You’ll never guess what we did in the end! Peter and Edmund-that’s the High King Peter，the one who spoke to you-went up to London to get into the garden from the back，early in the morning before people were up. They were dressed like workmen so that if anyone did see them it would look as if they’d come to do something about the drains. I wish I’d been with them：it must have been glorious fun. And they must have succeeded for next day Peter sent us a wire-that’s a sort of message，Sire，I’ll explain about it some other time-to say he’d got the Rings. And the day after that was the day Pole and I had to go back to school-we’re the only two who are still at school and we’re at the same one. So Peter and Edmund were to meet us at a place on the way down to school and hand over the Rings. It had to be us two who were to go to Narnia，you see， because the older ones couldn’t come again. So we got into the train that’s a kind of thing people travel in in our world：a lot of wagons chained together-and the Professor and Aunt Polly and Lucy came with us. We wanted to keep together as long as we could. Well there we were in the train. And we were just getting to the station where the others were to meet us，and I was looking out of the window to see if I could see them when suddenly there came a most frightful jerk and a noise：and there we were in Narnia and there was your Majesty tied up to the tree.”

“So you never used the Rings ？”said Tirian．

“No，”said Eustace.“Never even saw them. Aslan did it all for us in his own way without any Rings.”

“But the High King Peter has them，”said Tirian．

“Yes，”said Jill.“But we don’t think he can use them. When the two other Pevensies-King Edmund and Queen Lucy-were last here，Aslan said they would never come to Narnia again. And he said something of the same sort to the High King，only longer ago. You may be sure he’ll come like a shot if he’s allowed.”

“Gosh!”said Eustace.“It’s getting hot in this sun. Are we nearly there，Sire ？”

“Look，”said Tirian and pointed. Not many yards away grey battlements rose above the tree-tops，and after a minute’s more walking they came out in an open grassy space. A stream ran across it and on the far side of the stream stood a squat，square tower with very few and narrow windows and one heavy-looking door in the wall that faced them．

Tirian looked sharply this way and that to make sure that no enemies were in sight. Then he walked up to the tower and stood still for a moment fishing up his bunch of keys which he wore inside his hunting-dress on a narrow silver chain that went round his neck. It was a nice bunch of keys that he brought out，for two were golden and many were richly ornamented：you could see at once that they were keys made for opening solemn and secret rooms in palaces，or chests and caskets of sweet-smelling wood that contained royal treasures. But the key which he now put into the lock of the door was big and plain and more rudely made. The lock was stiff and for a moment Tirian began to be afraid that he would not be able to turn it：but at last he did and the door swung open with a sullen creak．

“Welcome friends，”said Tirian.“I fear this is the best palace that the King of Narnia can now offer to his guests.”