Chapter 6 Chapter 6 The Hermit

Caspian's happiest days began.In the early morning of summer, when the dew was still hanging on the green grass, he, Shun and the two dwarves had gone through the woods, crossed the high ridge, and came to the sunny southern slope.Here, you are condescending and can have a panoramic view of the green world of Archenland. "Let's go to the three fat bears first," said Trumpkin. They came to a clearing, where the most striking thing was a hollow tree surrounded by moss.Trufflehunter tapped three times on the trunk with his paw.There was no answer for a long time.So he knocked hard again, when he heard a vague complaint from the tree, "Go away, it's still early." Trufflehunter had to knock a third time.Finally, after a loud noise, a door on the tree trunk was opened, and three huge fat brown bears walked out slowly, blinking their small eyes constantly.As Trufflehunter had expected, after hearing the stories of their guests, they all agreed in unison that Adam's son should be ruler of Narnia, and kissed Caspian--a wet sniffling gesture. kiss—in honor.They take out their stored honey to entertain distinguished guests.Caspian did not like to eat honey without bread at this time of the morning, but he took it politely as a matter of courtesy.It took him a long time to wipe off the sticky honey.

Farewell to the big bear, they continued to move forward, and soon came to a field of beech birch In the woods, Trufflehunter cried out: "Petty Wig! Pettwig!" In an instant, a red squirrel of astonishing beauty jumped down from the top of the tree with great deftness, and settled on the branch nearest them.He was much larger than the ordinary dumb squirrels that Caspian had seen occasionally in the castle gardens, and you could tell right away that he could talk as soon as he saw his intelligent, knowing face.Sure enough, Petitwig was very talkative.They soon found out that it was very difficult to get him to shut up.It welcomed King Caspian at once, and courteously asked him if he would have some nuts.Caspian thanked it and said he would be more than happy to eat some)L.While Petitwig was hopping up and down to fetch the fruit, Trufflehunter whispered into Caspian's ear, "Don't stare, turn your face away. For squirrels, if you watch It's very impolite for him to go to the storehouse, or look around, as if you wanted to know the secrets of the storehouse." Pettwig came back with the fruit in a moment, and when Caspian had finished eating, Pettwig came back again. Ask if you want it to send a message to your friends. "I can go anywhere without touching the ground," it said proudly.Trufflehunter and the Dwarfs thought it a good idea, and wrote notes to a number of strange-sounding animals, inviting them to a feast and council on the Dancing Lawn at midnight two days later. "Don't forget to inform the three big brown bears, we forgot to mention this just now." Trumpkin added.

After saying goodbye to the squirrels, they visited the Seven Brothers of Sad Forest.Trumpkin led everyone over the ridge, and walked east along the north slope, and finally came to a solemn but somewhat dim place between rocks and pine trees.Caspian suddenly felt the ground tremble, as if someone were hammering on the ground.Trumpkin stepped onto a large flat rock, stamped his foot a few times, and then stood aside, apparently waiting for something.After a long time, someone moved the stone from below to the side, revealing a hole, and with a gust of hot air and a wisp of green smoke, a dwarf's head emerged from the hole, much like Trumpkin.They talked for a long time at the entrance of the cave, and the dwarf seemed to be more suspicious than the squirrel and the big bear, but at last they invited everyone to "talk in the house".Caspian walked down the dark steps, and he did not know how far he had gone, when suddenly his eyes lit up and he saw the fire.It was the light from the furnace.It turned out that this was the dwarf's blacksmith workshop.Two dwarfs were hard at work by the bellows, another was holding a piece of red-hot iron on top of the pliers, a fourth was tinkling on it, and two more were resting on a piece of greasy cloth. She wiped her calloused skin and stepped forward to greet the guests.It took Trufflehunter a great deal of persuasion to convince them both that Caspian was friend and not foe.Once this was understood, they cried "Long live the King!" in unison, and brought their presents: three magnificent suits of armor and three swords.Caspian, Trumpkin, and Nickelbrick got a set each, and the pot could have had a set, but he said he was an animal, and if his claws and teeth couldn't protect him, give him another set. Good equipment is also useless.It is not an exaggeration to say that the workmanship of the ordnance was infinitesimally better than any that Caspian had ever seen.In comparison, his old sword was as thin as a toy and rough as a stick.So he happily accepted these gifts.Meanwhile, the Seven Brothers (they were all red dwarfs) gladly accepted the invitation to a dinner at the dance hall.

A little way on, in a dry and rocky ravine, they found a cave where lived five black dwarfs.When they first met, they had looked at Caspian with guard and misgiving in the daylight.But later the elder said, "If he opposes Miruoz, then we will support him as king." The second brother also asked friendlyly, "Shall we give you a way? How many people live under the cliff over there?" A man-eater, and a witch. We can introduce them to you, and here they are." "No need," said Caspian. "I don't think so," said Trufflehunter. "We don't want those guys in our camp." Nick Brick disagreed, but Trumpkin and Badger refuted him.Caspian was shocked to learn that the ghosts and monsters in the stories had descendants alive.

"Aslan wouldn't be our friend if we kept these rascals in," said Trufflehunter as they came out of the black dwarf's cave. "Hmph, Aslan!" Nickbrik seemed very unconvinced, "it would be a disaster if you didn't have me as a friend!" "Don't you believe in Aslan?" asked Caspian to Nickbreaker. "Ha! I believe in anyone and anything," cried Nickelrick, "if he can bring down those damned Telmarine thugs and drive them out of Narnia, anyone or anything, Whether his name is Aslan or the White Witch, I worship him like a god! Do you understand?""

"Shut up!" said Trufflehunter in a rage. "That's nonsense. The White Witch is a more dangerous enemy than Miraz and her kind, you know?" "Not to us dwarfs," said Nickbrik. The next stop was a more pleasant visit.They went down the hillside and came to a wide valley with a swift river flowing at the bottom. The clearing beside the river was full of foxgloves and wild roses, and the bees buzzed to and fro."Grantstorm! Grantstorm!" cried Trufflehunter, and in a few moments Caspian heard a clatter of hooves, coming nearer, so that the valley trembled.Suddenly, they saw several animals rushing out of the bushes.It was the rarest and noblest animal that Caspian had ever seen—Granstorm the Centaur, with his three sons behind him.Its strong horse body has a chestnut luster, its noble head is raised gracefully, and its golden-red beard flutters on its broad chest.It is a seer and an astrologer, fully aware of the day of the visitor's visit.

"Long live the King!" it roared like a bell. "My sons and I are ready for battle. When shall we begin?" Neither Caspian nor the others had seriously thought about war till now, and they had only ideas which were still vague.For example, to attack farmers and hunters-if they dare to come and harass this wild wood.They just want to live in seclusion in the forest, in caves, and build a secluded, traditional Narnia. They have no extravagance.Granstorm's words made everyone suddenly enlightened. "You mean to start a just war and drive Miraz out of Narnia once and for all?" asked Caspian.

"That's right!" said Centaur. "Isn't that why Ron is wearing armor and a sword?" "Can it be successful?" Guan Jiang was skeptical. "The time has come," said Granstorm, "we've seen the stars, my boy, and it's my job to look at them, as it's your job to memorize history. Tawa and Arambil The planets meet in the temples of the heavens, and on earth the Son of Adam shall gather and lead the people of Narnia in the struggle for freedom. Hear the clock strike, our meeting in the dancing hall , is the mobilization meeting for this war." Its words were full of confidence and courage, which made Caspian and other friends eager to try.They realize that this will be an inevitable just war, and victory must be theirs!

It was noon, so they sat down to lunch with the Remy Martin father and son, and the Remy Martin invited everyone to eat oatmeal cakes, herbs and cheese. Although the place they visited in the afternoon was not far away, they had to make a big detour to avoid areas inhabited by humans.When they came to a hole near the bank, Trufflehunter called out again.Before the cry came out, something jumped out of the hole with a sudden sound.Caspian could not have guessed that it was a talking mouse.Undoubtedly much larger than the common mouse, standing on its hind legs well over a foot high, with two large ears as long as a rabbit's (but wider), his name was Reepicheep, and he was a jovial creature. And brave little guy.I saw a small and sharp sword on his waist, twirling its few long beards from time to time, full of air. "There are twelve of us, Landlord," he bowed swiftly and gracefully, respectfully, "and my whole army will be at His Majesty's disposal without question, and will do whatever it takes!" Caspian looked at him. That serious look made me want to laugh. Reepicheep and his army could easily be put in a vegetable basket for anyone to carry home.

They met so many friends that day that it would take too much time to describe them—the Dormouse, the burrowing expert, the cane family with sharp teeth, Camero the hare, and the squirrel. Guess Hauger Stock and more.At last they came to a well and decided to take a rest.Next to the well was a soft lawn, surrounded by elms.At this time, the shadows of the trees cast on the ground were already very long, and the sun had begun to set.The daisies are closed, and the rooks are going to fly home to sleep.They sat on the lawn and took out the food they had brought for dinner.Trumpkin lit his big pipe, looking very contented.

"Now," said Trufflehunter, "if only we could wake up the tree-spirit here, it would be a good day for us." "Can't we do it?" said Caspian. "It can't be done," Guan said with a sigh, "we can't do anything. Ever since humans migrated to this land, they cut down trees, polluted the rivers, and made the tree gods and water gods retreat for a long time. No one knows what they will do." It will not appear. This is a great loss to us. Those Telmarines are most afraid of this forest. Once the big trees get angry, they will run around like crazy and escape from Narnia quickly. " "You animals have such a rich imagination!" Trumpkin couldn't believe this at all. "But why did you stop talking about trees and water? What if all the stones could fly by themselves and hit the ground?" Old Miruoz, wouldn’t that be better?” Guan just snorted at this, expressing his disdain to answer.There was a long silence after that, and Caspian sank down on the soft grass, and drifted off to sleep—he was really tired after a day. Suddenly, he seemed to hear a low and strange music coming from the depths of the woods behind him. At first he thought it was a hallucination, turned over and planned to continue sleeping, but as soon as his ears were close to the ground, he immediately heard, or felt There was a faint knocking sound.He raised his head, and the sound of the percussion died down immediately, but the music sounded again, and this time it was more clearly, like the sound of a flute.He saw Trufflehunter sit up and stare at the woods.By this time night had fallen.A bright moon in the sky emits a clean and soft light.Caspian seemed to have had a good night's sleep.He shook his head vigorously and listened - the music was getting closer and closer, it was a rough and trance-like melody.At last, accompanied by the sound of light footsteps, a group of dancing figures came out of the woods into the moonlight—it was these figures that had haunted Caspian's mind all these years.They were not much taller than dwarfs, but they were slender and much more graceful.Two horns protruded from their curly hair, and their naked upper bodies were reflected in the faint moonlight, but their legs and feet were exactly like those of goats. "The Faun," cried Caspian, jumping to his feet.The goats immediately surrounded him friendly.Their hearts seem to be connected!Almost didn't say much, and mutual understanding and trust developed.They solemnly proclaimed at once, recognized Caspian as their leader, and went on dancing.They danced with such concentration and enthusiasm that they could not help attracting Caspian and his companion.Trumpkin was plodding, swaying, and jumping up, and even Trufflehunter was jumping and twisting with all his might.Only Nickbrik stood motionless, watching in silence.The Fauns danced and danced round and round Caspian on their slender feet.Their queer faces were sad at one moment, and very happy at another.Neighboring them were dozens of dwarves, Manteius, Obertinus, and Damnus, who were now called to pay homage to the new king. Caspian awoke the next morning with vivid memories of the night.He couldn't believe that all of this was true, but the grass was clearly covered with sheep's footprints.