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CHAPTER SIX A GOOD NIGHTS WORK（第1页）

CHAPTERSIXAGOODNIGHTSWORK

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ABOUTfourhourslaterTirianfluooosnatchalittlesleep.Thetwowerealreadysn:hehadmadethemgotobedbeforehedidbecausetheywouldhavetobeupmostofthenightatheiragethey'tdowithoutsleep.Also，hehadtiredthemout.FirsthehadgivenJillsomepraardfoundthat，thoughnotuptoNarnianstandards，shewasreallynottoobad.Indeedshehadsushootingarabbit（notaTalkingrabbit，ofcourse:therearelotsoftheordinarykindaboutiernNarnia）anditwasalreadyskinned，ed，andhangingup.Hehadfoundthatboththeknewallaboutthisdsmellyjob;theyhadlearkindofthijiant-LandinthedaysofPrin.TheriedtoteachEustacehowtousehisswordaacehadlearabhtingonhisearlieradvehathadbeenallwithastraightNarniansword.Hehadneverhandledacurvedearandthatmadeithard，formarokesarequitedifferentahehabitshehadlearhelongswordhadnowtobeunlearnedagain.ButTirianfoundthathehadagoodeyeandwasveryquihisfeet.Herisedatthestrengthofboth:ihseemedtobealreadymugerandbiggerandmrown-upthantheyhadbeemetthemafewho.Itisoswhiairoftenhasonvisitorsfromourworld.

AllthreeofthemagreedthattheveryfirstthidowastogobacktoStableHillandtrytorescueJeweltheUni.Afterthat，iftheysucceeded，theywetawayEastwardatlearmywhiwitthetaurwfromCairParavel.

Anexperiencedwarriorandhuntsmairianalatthetimehewants.Sohegavehimselftillnineo'cloightaallworriesoutofhisheadandfellasleepatoseemedoerwhehekandtheveryfeelofthingsthathehadtimedhissleepexactly.Hegotup，puto-and-turban（hehadsleptinhismailshirt），aheothertwotilltheywokeup.Theylooked，totellthetruth，verygrayanddismalastheyclimbedoutoftheirbunksandtherewasagooddealofyawning.

“Now，”

saidTirian，“wegodueNorthfroodfortuisastarrynight—anditwillbemuchshorterthanourjourhism，fortheround-aboutbutnowweshallght.Ifweareged，thendoyoutwoholdyourpeadIwilldomybesttotalklikeacurst，cruel，proudlordofen.IfIdrawmyswordtheace，mustdolikewiseaJillleapbehindusandstandwithanarrow.ButifIe'，thenflyfortheTowerbothofyou.Arytofightorive:suchfalsevalourhasspoiledmanynotableplansinthewars.AndhenameofAslausgofor

Outtheywentintotheight.Allthegreatarswereburree-tops.TheNorth-StarofthatworldiscalledtheSpear-Head:itisbrighterthaar.

Foratimetheycouldghttoear-Headbutpreseoadetheyhadtogooutoftheircetroundit.A-fortheywerestillovershadowedbybraickuptheirbearings.ItwasJillwhosetthemrightagain:shehadbeeGuideinEngland.AndofcoursesheknewherNarnialy，havingtravelledsomuthewildNorthernLands，andcouldworkoutthedireotherstarseveheSpear-Headwashidden.AssoonasTiriansawthatshewasthebestpathfihethreeofthemheputherinfront.Aoofindhowsilentlyandalmostinvisiblysheglidedohem.

“BytheMane!”

hewhisperedtoEustace.“Thisgirlisawondrouswood-maid.IfshehadDryad'sbloodinhershecouldscarcedoitbetter.”

“She'ssosmall，that'ss，”

whisperedEustace.ButJillfrominfrontsaid:“S-s-s-h，lessnoise.”

Allrouhewoodwasveryquiet.Iwasfartooquiet.OnanordinaryNarniatohavebeennoises—anoalcheery“Goodnight”

fromaHedgehog，theOsafluteiaellofFaunsdanethrobbing，hammeringnoisesfrround.AllthatwassilenandfearreignedoverNarnia.

&imetheybegantogosteeplyuphillareesgrewfurtherapart.Tirianlymakeoutthewellknownhill-topaable.Jillithmoreaioonmakingsigherswithherhandtodothesame.TheoppeddeadstillandTiriansawhergraduallysinkdownintothegrassahoutasouersheroseagaihclosetoTirian'sear，andsaidipossiblewhisper，“Getdower.”

Shesaidtheeforseenotbecauseshehadalispbutbecauseshekhehissihepartofawhispermostlikelytobeoverheard.TirianatonostassilentlyasJill，butnotquite，forhewasheavierandolder.Aheyhoositionyoucouldseetheedgeofthehillsharpagairewnsky.Tesroseagainstit:oable，aher，afewfeetinfrontofit，wasaery.Heingveryillwatotwalkiandingbutsittingwithhisspearoverhisshoulderandhishischest.“Welldone，”

saidTiriantoJill.Shehadshowlywhatheoknow.

&upandTiriannowtookthelead.Veryslowly，hardlydariheymadetheirtoalittleclumpoftreeswhiorethaawayfromthesentinel.

“WaitheretillIeagain，”

hewhisperedtotheothertwo.“IfImiscarry，fly.”

Theeredoutboldlyiheeartedwhenhesawhimandwasjustgoingtojumptohisfeet:hewasafraidTirianmightbeoneofhisowhathewouldgetintotrdown.ButbeforehecouldgetupTirianhaddroppedononekneebesidehim，saying:“ArtthouawarrioroftheTisroayheliveforever?Itcheersmyhearttomeettheeamosanddevilsivemethyhand，friend.”

Beforeheashappeningtheeryfhthandseizedinamightygrip.antsomeonewaskneelingonhislegsandadaggerressedagainsthisneck.

“Ohouartdead，”

saidTiriaellmewheretheUnidthoushaltlive.”

&hestable，OMyMaster，”

stammeredtheunfortunateman.

“Good.Riseupaohim.”

Asthemangotupthepointofthedaggerhisonlytravelledround（dratherticklish）asTiriangotbehindhimaatpladerhisear.Trembliroundtothebackofthestable.

ThoughitwasdarkTiriaheeofJewelatonce.

“Hush!”

hesaid.“No，donotneigh.Yes，Jewel，itisI.Howhavetheytiedthee?”

“Hobbledbyallfsahabridletiablewall，”