CHAPTER TWELVE STRAWBERRY’S ADVENTURE（第2/3頁）

“Is it good，Fledge ？”said Aslan．

“It is very good，Aslan，”said Fledge．

“Will you carry this little son of Adam on your back to the mountain—valley I spoke of ？”

“What ？ Now ？ At once ？”said Strawberry-or Fledge， as we must now call him-Hurrah ！ Come，little one，I’ve had things like you on my back before．Long，long ago．When there were green fields，”and sugar.”

“What are the two daughters of Eve whispering about ？”said Aslan，turning very suddenly on Polly and the Cabby’s wife，who had in fact been making friends．

“If you please，sir，”said Queen Helen（for that is what Nellie the cabman’s wife now was），“I think the little girl would love to go too，if it weren’t no trouble．”

“What does Fledge say about that ？”asked the Lion．

“Oh，I don’t mind two，not when they’re little ones，”said Fledge．“But I hope the Elephant doesn’t want to come as well．”

The Elephant had no such wish，and the new King of Narnia helped both the children up：that is，he gave Digory a rough heave and set Polly as gently and daintily on the horse’s back as if she were made of china and might break．“There they are， Strawberry-Fledge，I should say．This is a rum go．”

“Do not fly too high，”said Aslan．“Do not try to go over the tops of the great ice-mountains．Look out for the valleys，the green places，and fly through them．There will always be a way through．And now，begone with my blessing．”

“Oh Fledge ！”said Digory，leaning forward to pat the Horse’s glossy neck．“This is fun．Hold on to me tight，Polly．”

Next moment the country dropped away beneath them，and whirled round as Fledge，like a huge pigeon，circled once or twice before setting off on his long westward flight．Looking down， Polly could hardly see the King and the Queen，and even Aslan himself was only a bright yellow spot on the green grass．Soon the wind was in their faces and Fledge’s wings settled down to a steady beat．

All Narnia，many-coloured with lawns and rocks and heather and different sorts of trees，lay spread out below them，the river winding through it like a ribbon of quicksilver．They could already see over the tops of the low hills which lay northward on their right；beyond those hills a great moorland sloped gently up and up to the horizon．On their left the mountains were much higher，but every now and then there was a gap when you could see，between steep pine woods，a glimpse of the southern lands that lay beyond them，looking blue and far away．

“That’ll be where Archenland is，”said Polly．

“Yes，but look ahead ！”said Digory．

For now a great barrier of cliffs rose before them and they were almost dazzled by the sunlight dancing on the great waterfall by which the river roars and sparkles down into Narnia itself from the high western lands in which it rises．They were flying so high already that the thunder of those falls could only just be heard as a small，thin sound，but they were not yet high enough to fly over the top of the cliffs．

“We’ll have to do a bit of zig-zagging here，”said Fledge．“Hold on tight．”

He began flying to and fro，getting higher at each turn．The air grew colder，and they heard the call of eagles far below them．

“I say，look back ！ Look behind，”said Polly．

There they could see the whole valley of Narnia stretched out to where，just before the eastern horizon，there was a gleam of the sea．And now they were so high that they could see tiny-looking jagged mountains appearing beyond the northwest moors，and plains of what looked like sand far in the south．

“I wish we had someone to tell us what all those places are，”said Digory．

“I don’t suppose they’re anywhere yet，”said Polly．“I mean，there’s no one there，and nothing happening．The world only began today．”

“No，but people will get there，”said Digory．“And then they’ll have histories，you know．”

“Well，it’s a jolly good thing they haven’t now，”said Polly． “Because nobody can be made to learn it．Battles and dates and all that rot．”

Now they were over the top of the cliffs and in a few minutes the valley land of Narnia had sunk out of sight behind them．They were flying over a wild country of steep hills and dark forests， still following the course of the river．The really big mountains loomed ahead．But the sun was now in the travellers’ eyes and they couldn’t see things very clearly in that direction．For the sun sank lower and lower till the western sky was all like one great furnace full of melted gold；and it set at last behind a jagged peak which stood up against the brightness as sharp and flat as if it were cut out of cardboard．

“It’s none too warm up here，”said Polly．

“And my wings are beginning to ache，”said Fledge．There’s no sign of the valley with a Lake in it，like what Aslan said．What about coming down and looking out for a decent spot to spend the night in ？ We shan’t reach that place tonight．