CHAPTER SIX THE PEOPLE THAT LIVED IN HIDING（第2/3页）
A little farther on，in a dry，rocky ravine they reached the cave of five Black Dwarfs．They looked suspiciously at Caspian，but in the end the eldest of them said，“If he is against Miraz，we’ll have him for King．”And the next oldest said，“Shall we go farther up for you，up to the crags？ There’s an Ogre or two and a Hag that we could introduce you to，up there．”
“Certainly not，”said Caspian．
“I should think not，indeed，”said Trufflehunter．“We want none of that sort on our side．”Nikabrik disagreed with this，but Trumpkin and the Badger overruled him．It gave Caspian a shock to realize that the horrible creatures out of the old stories，as well as the nice ones，had some descendants in Narnia still．
“We should not have Aslan for friend if we brought in that rabble，”said Trufflehunter as they came away from the cave of the Black Dwarfs．
“Oh，Aslan！”said Trumpkin，cheerily but contemptuously.
“What matters much more is that you wouldn’t have me．”
“Do you believe in Aslan？”said Caspian to Nikabrik．
“I’ll believe in anyone or anything，”said Nikabrik，“that’ll batter these cursed Telmarine barbarians to pieces or drive them out of Narnia．Anyone or anything，Aslan or the White Witch，do you understand？”
“Silence，silence，”said Trufflehunter．“You do not know what you are saying．She was a worse enemy than Miraz and all his race．”
“Not to Dwarfs，she wasn’t，”said Nikabrik．
Their next visit was a pleasanter one．As they came lower down，the mountains opened out into a great glen or wooded gorge with a swift river running at the bottom．The open places near the river’s edge were a mass of foxgloves and wild roses and the air was buzzing with bees．Here Trufflehunter called again，“Glenstorm！ Glenstorm！”and after a pause Caspian heard the sound of hoofs．It grew louder till the valley trembled and at last，breaking and trampling the thickets，there came in sight the noblest creatures that Caspian had yet seen，the great Centaur Glenstorm and his three sons．His flanks were glossy chestnut and the beard that covered his broad chest was golden-red．He was a prophet and a star-gazer and knew what they had come about．
“Long live the King，”he cried．“I and my sons are ready for war．When is the battle to be joined？”
Up till now neither Caspian nor the others had really been thinking of a war．They had some vague idea，perhaps，of an occasional raid on some Human farmstead or of attacking a party of hunters，if it ventured too far into these southern wilds．But，in the main，they had thought only of living to themselves in woods and caves and building up an attempt at Old Narnia in hiding．As soon as Glenstorm had spoken everyone felt much more serious．
“Do you mean a real war to drive Miraz out of Narnia？”asked Caspian.
“What else？”said the Centaur．“Why else does your Majesty go clad in mail and girt with sword？”
“Is it possible，Glenstorm？”said the Badger．
“The time is ripe，”said Glenstorm．“I watch the skies，Badger，for it is mine to watch，as it is yours to remember．Tarva and Alambil have met in the halls of high heaven，and on earth a son of Adam has once more arisen to rule and name the creatures．The hour has struck．Our council at the Dancing Lawn must be a council of war．”He spoke in such a voice that neither Caspian nor the others hesitated for a moment: it now seemed to them quite possible that they might win a war and quite certain that they must wage one．
As it was now past the middle of the day，they rested with the Centaurs and ate such food as the centaurs provided—cakes of oaten meal，and apples，and herbs，and wine，and cheese．
The next place they were to visit was quite near at hand，but they had to go a long way round in order to avoid a region in which Men lived．It was well into the afternoon before they found themselves in level fields，warm between hedgerows．There Trufflehunter called at the mouth of a little hole in a green bank and out popped the last thing Caspian expected—a Talking Mouse．He was of course bigger than a common mouse，well over a foot high when he stood on his hind legs，and with ears nearly as long as (though broader than) a rabbit’s．His name was Reepicheep and he was a gay and martial mouse．He wore a tiny little rapier at his side and twirled his long whiskers as if they were a moustache．“There are twelve of us，Sire，”he said with a dashing and graceful bow，“and I place all the resources of my people unreservedly at your Majesty’s disposal．”Caspian tried hard (and successfully) not to laugh，but he couldn’t help thinking that Reepicheep and all his people could very easily be put in a washing basket and carried home on one’s back．