CHAPTER THIRTEEN THE HIGH KING IN COMMAND（第2/4页）

“He’s—he’s not very clever，you know，”said Caspian．

“Of course not，”said Peter．“But any giant looks impressive if only he will keep quiet．And it will cheer him up．But who for the other？”

“Upon my word，”said Trumpkin，“if you want someone who can kill with looks，Reepicheep would be the best．”

“He would indeed，from all I hear，”said Peter with a laugh．“If only he wasn’t so small．They wouldn’t even see him till he was close！”

“Send Glenstorm，Sire，”said Trufflehunter．“No one ever laughed at a Centaur．”

An hour later two great lords in the army of Miraz，the Lord Glozelle and the Lord Sopespian，strolling along their lines and picking their teeth after breakfast，looked up and saw coming down to them from the wood the Centaur and Giant Wimbleweather，whom they had seen before in battle，and between them a figure they could not recognize．Nor indeed would the other boys at Edmund’s school have recognized him if they could have seen him at that moment．For Aslan had breathed on him at their meeting and a kind of greatness hung about him．

“What’s to do？”said the Lord Glozelle．“An attack？”

“A parley，rather，”said Sopespian．“See，they carry green branches．They are coming to surrender most likely．”

“He that is walking between the Centaur and the Giant has no look of surrender in his face，”said Glozelle．“Who can he be？ It is not the boy Caspian．”

“No indeed，”said Sopespian．“This is a fell warrior，I warrant you，wherever the rebels have got him from．He is (in your Lordship’s private ear) a kinglier man than ever Miraz was．And what mail he wears！ None of our smiths can make the like．”

“I’ll wager my dappled Pomely he brings a challenge，not a surrender，”said Glozelle．

“How then？”said Sopespian．“We hold the enemy in our fist here．Miraz would never be so hair-brained as to throw away his advantage on a combat．”

“He might be brought to it，”said Glozelle in a much lower voice.

“Softly，”said Sopespian．“Step a little aside here out of earshot of those sentries．Now．Have I taken your Lordship’s meaning aright？”

“If the King undertook wager of battle，”whispered Glozelle，“why，either he would kill or be killed．”

“So，”said Sopespian，nodding his head．

“And if he killed we should have won this war．”

“Certainly．And if not？”

“Why，if not，we should be as able to win it without the King’s grace as with him．For I need not tell your Lordship that Miraz is no very great captain．And after that，we should be both victorious and kingless．”

“And it is your meaning，my Lord，that you and I could hold this land quite as conveniently without a King as with one？”

Glozelle’s face grew ugly．“Not forgetting，”said he，“that it was we who first put him on the throne．And in all the years that he has enjoyed it，what fruits have come our way？ What gratitude has he shown us？”

“Say no more，”answered Sopespian．“But look—here comes one to fetch us to the King’s tent．”

When they reached Miraz’s tent they saw Edmund and his two companions seated outside it and being entertained with cakes and wine，having already delivered the challenge，and withdrawn while the King was considering it．When they saw them thus at close quarters the two Telmarine lords thought all three of them very alarming．

Inside，they found Miraz，unarmed and finishing his breakfast．His face was flushed and there was a scowl on his brow.

“There！”he growled，flinging the parchment across the table to them．“See what a pack of nursery tales our jackanapes of a nephew has sent us．”

“By your leave，Sire，”said Glozelle．“If the young warrior whom we have just seen outside is the King Edmund mentioned in the writing，then I would not call him a nursery tale but a very dangerous knight．”