CHAPTER THREE THE SAILING OF THE KING（第2/5页）
“He said the very first person you saw in Narnia would be an old friend，and you’d got to speak to him at once.”
“Well，there’s nobody here I’ve ever seen in my life before；and anyway，I don’t know whether this is Narnia.”
“Thought you said you’d been here before,”said Jill.
“Well，you thought wrong then.”
“Well，I like that ！ You told me—”
“For heaven’s sake dry up and let’s hear what they’re saying.”
The King was speaking to the Dwarf，but Jill couldn’t hear what he said. And，as far as she could make out，the Dwarf made no answer，though he nodded and wagged his head a great deal. Then the King raised his voice and addressed the whole court：but his voice was so old and cracked that she could understand very little of his speech—especially since it was all about people and places she had never heard of. When the speech was over，the King stooped down and kissed the Dwarf on both cheeks，straightened himself， raised his right hand as if in blessing，and went，slowly and with feeble steps，up the gangway and on board the ship. The courtiers appeared to be greatly moved by his departure. Handkerchiefs were got out，sounds of sobbing were heard in every direction. The gangway was cast off，trumpets sounded from the poop，and the ship moved away from the quay. （It was being towed by a rowing-boat，but Jill didn’t see that.）
“Now—”said Scrubb，but he didn’t get any farther，because at that moment a large white object—Jill thought for a second that it was a kite—came gliding through the air and alighted at his feet. It was a white owl，but so big that it stood as high as a good-sized dwarf.
It blinked and peered as if it were short-sighted，and put its head a little on one side，and said in a soft，hooting kind of voice：
“Tu-whoo，tu-whoo ！ Who are you two ？”
“My name’s Scrubb，and this is Pole,”said Eustace. “Would you mind telling us where we are ？”
“In the land of Narnia，at the King’s castle of Cair Paravel.”
“Is that the King who’s just taken ship ？”
“Too true，too true,”said the Owl sadly，shaking its big head. “But who are you ？ There’s something magic about you two. I saw you arrive：you flew. Everyone else was so busy seeing the King off that nobody knew. Except me. I happened to notice you， you flew.”
“We were sent here by Aslan,”said Eustace in a low voice.
“Tu-whoo，tu-whoo ！”said the Owl，ruffling out its feathers. “This is almost too much for me，so early in the evening. I’m not quite myself till the sun’s down.”
“And we’ve been sent to find the lost Prince,”said Jill，who had been anxiously waiting to get into the conversation.
“It’s the first I’ve heard about it,”said Eustace. “What prince ？”
“You had better come and speak to the Lord Regent at once,”it said. “That’s him，over there in the donkey carriage；Trumpkin the Dwarf.”The bird turned and began leading the way，muttering to itself，“Whoo ！ Tu-whoo ！ What a to-do ！ I can’t think clearly yet. It’s too early.”
“What is the King’s name ？ ”asked Eustace.
“Caspian the Tenth,”said the Owl. And Jill wondered why Scrubb had suddenly pulled up short in his walk and turned an extraordinary colour. She thought she had never seen him look so sick about anything. But before she had time to ask any questions they had reached the dwarf，who was just gathering up the reins of his donkey and preparing to drive back to the castle. The crowd of courtiers had broken up and were going in the same direction， by ones and twos and little knots，like people coming away from watching a game or a race.
“Tu-whoo ！ Ahem ！ Lord Regent,”said the Owl，stooping down a little and holding its beak near the Dwarf’s ear.
“Heh ？ What’s that ？”said the Dwarf.
“Two strangers，my lord,”said the Owl.