CHAPTER NINE WHAT LUCY SAW（第2/4頁）
Quite suddenly she began to feel tired．She went back to the bivouac，snuggled down between Susan and Peter，and was asleep in a few minutes．
It was a cold and cheerless waking for them all next morning，with a grey twilight in the wood (for the sun had not yet risen) and everything damp and dirty．
“Apples，heigh-ho，”said Trumpkin with a rueful grin．“I must say you ancient kings and queens don’t overfeed your courtiers！”
They stood up and shook themselves and looked about．The trees were thick and they could see no more than a few yards in any direction．
“I suppose your Majesties know the way all right？”said the Dwarf.
“I don’t，”said Susan．“I’ve never seen these woods in my life before．In fact I thought all along that we ought to have gone by the river．”
“Then I think you might have said so at the time，”answered Peter，with pardonable sharpness．
“Oh，don’t take any notice of her，”said Edmund．“She always is a wet blanket．You’ve got that pocket compass of yours，Peter，haven’t you？ Well，then，we’re as right as rain.We’ve only got to keep on going north west—cross that little river，the what-do-you-call-it？—the Rush—”
“I know，”said Peter．“The one that joins the big river at the Fords of Beruna，or Beruna’s Bridge，as theD．L．F．calls it．”
“That’s right．Cross it and strike uphill，and we’ll be at the Stone Table (Aslan’s How，I mean) by eight or nine o’clock．I hope King Caspian will give us a good breakfast！”
“I hope you’re right，”said Susan．“I can’t remember all that at all．”
“That’s the worst of girls，”said Edmund to Peter and the Dwarf．“They never carry a map in their heads．”
“That’s because our heads have something inside them，”said Lucy.
At first things seemed to be going pretty well．They even thought they had struck an old path; but if you know anything about woods，you will know that one is always finding imaginary paths．They disappear after about five minutes and then you think you have found another (and hope it is not another but more of the same one) and it also disappears，and after you have been well lured out of your right direction you realize that none of them were pats at all．The boys and the Dwarf，however，were used to woods and were not taken in for more than a few seconds．
They had plodded on for about half an hour (three of them very stiff from yesterday’s rowing) when Trumpkin suddenly whispered，“Stop．”They all stopped．“there’s something following us，”he said in a low voice．“Or rather，something keeping up with us: over there on the left．”They all stood still，listening and staring till their ears and eyes ached．“You and I’d better each have an arrow on the string，”said Susan to Trumpkin．The Dwarf nodded，and when both bows were ready for action the party went on again．
They went a few dozen yards through fairly open woodland，keeping a sharp look-out．Then they came to a place where the undergrowth thickened and they had to pass nearer to it．Just as they were passing the place，there came a sudden something that snarled and flashed，rising out from the breaking twigs like a thunderbolt．Lucy was knocked down and winded，hearing the twang of a bowstring as she fell．When she was able to take notice of things again，she saw a great grim-looking grey bear lying dead with Trumpkin’s arrow in its side．
“TheD．L．F．beat you in that shooting match，Su，”said Peter，with a slightly forced smile．Even he had been shaken by this adventure．
“I—I left it too late，”said Susan，in an embarrassed voice．“I was so afraid it might be，you know—one of our kind of bears，a talking bear．”She hated killing things．
“That’s the trouble of it，”said Trumpkin，“when most of the beasts have gone enemy and gone dumb，but there are still some of the other kind left．You never know，and you daren’t wait to see．”
“Poor old Bruin，”said Susan．“You don’t think he was？”
“Not he，”said the Dwarf．“I saw the face and I heard the snarl．He only wanted Little Girl for his breakfast．And talking of breakfast，I didn’t want to discourage your Majesties when you said you hoped King Caspian would give you a good one: but meat’s precious scarce in camp．And there’s good eating on a bear.It would be a shame to leave the carcass without taking a bit，and it won’t delay us more than half an hour．I dare say you two youngsters—Kings，I should say—know how to skin a bear？”
“Let’s go and sit down a fair way off，”said Susan to Lucy．“I know what a horrid messy business that will be．”Lucy shuddered and nodded．When they had sat down she said:“Such a horrible idea has come into my head，Su．”
“What’s that？”
“Wouldn’t it be dreadful if some day in our own world，at home，men started going wild inside，like the animals here，and still looked like men，so that you’d never know which were which？”