The Horse and His Boy 精彩片段：
CHAPTER SEVEN
ARAVIS IN TASHBAAN WHAT had really happened was this. When Aravis saw Shasta hurried away by the Narnians and found herself alone with two horses who (very wisely) wouldnt say a word, she never lost her head even for a moment. She grabbed Brees halter and stood still, holding both the horses; and though her heart was beating as hard as a hammer, she did nothing to show it. As soon as the Narnian lords had passed she tried to move on again.
But before she could take a step, another crier ("Bother all these people" thought Aravis)
was heard shouting out, "Way, way, way! Way for the Tarkheena Lasaraleen!" and immediately, following the crier, came four armed slaves and then four bearers carrying a litter which was all a-flutter with silken curtains and all a-jingle with silver bells and which scented the whole street with perfumes and flowers. After the litter, female slaves in beautiful clothes, and then a few grooms, runners, pages, and the like. And now Aravis made her first mistake.
She knew Lasaraleen quite well - almost as if they had been at school together - because they had often stayed in the same houses and been to the same parties. And Aravis couldnt help looking up to see what Lasaraleen looked like now that she was married and a very great person indeed.
It was fatal. The eyes of the two girls met. And immediately Lasaraleen sat up in the litter and burst out at the top of her voice.
"Aravis! What on earth are you doing here? Your father-”
There was not a moment to lose. Without a seconds delay Aravis let go the Horses, caught the edge of the litter, swung herself up beside Lasaraleen and whispered furiously in her ear.
"Shut up! Do you hear! Shut up. You must hide me. Tell your people-”
"But darling-" began Lasaraleen in the same loud voice. (She didnt in the least mind making people stare; in fact she rather liked it.)
"Do what I tell you or Ill never speak to you again," hissed Aravis. "Please, please be quick, Las. Its frightfully important. Tell your people to bring those two horses along.
Pull all the curtains of the litter and get away somewhere where I cant be found. And do hurry.”
"All right, darling," said Lasaraleen in her lazy voice. "Here. Two of you take the Tarkheenas horses." (This was to the slaves.) "And now home. I say, darling, do you think we really want the curtains drawn on a day like this? I mean to say-”
But Aravis had already drawn the curtains, enclosing Lasaraleen and herself in a rich and scented, but rather stuffy, kind of tent.
"I mustnt be seen," "she said. "My father doesnt know Im here. Im running away.”