At about nine o'clock the next morning, the three lonely figures chose the shallows of the Slieb River as best they could, stepping on stepping stones to cross the river.It was a shallow, watery river, and even when they reached the north bank, Jill was no more than knee-wet at best.Fifty yards or so in front of them, the ground was raised to the point of the moor.The surrounding terrain is steep and full of cliffs."
I think we should go that way," said Eustace, pointing to a spot on the west side of the left, where a stream flowed out of the moor and down a shallow gorge.However, the swamp monster shook its head."
The giants mainly live and live along the rim of the canyon.""
You might say that this canyon is like a street to them," it said.We'd better keep going, although the trail is a bit steep. ”They found a place to climb up and within ten minutes were panting at the top.They cast a nostalgic glance back at the valley of Narnia, then turned back to face north.As far as the eye can see, the vast, desolate wasteland stretches and falls.The land to their left has a lot of rocks.Jill thought it must be the edge of the Giant's Canyon, and she really didn't want to look in that direction.And so they moved on.The land on the moor is very comfortable to walk on, soft and elastic.Overhead, the pale and dull winter sun was shining all day.As they went deeper into the wasteland, the feeling of loneliness and desolation intensified.They can hear the chirping of a red-headed gull or occasionally see an eagle.When they stopped to rest and drink a little water in a puddle by a creek, Jill began to think that she was still adventurous after all, and spoke her mind."
Our adventure hasn't started yet."
Pudgren replied.After the first break, it's like a morning break at school, or a rail trip after a change of train.As they restarted their way, Jill noticed that the rocky edges that jutted out of the canyon were getting closer and closer to them.The rocks are not as flat as they were, but rather steeper.In fact, they are more like small stone towers, and how interesting their shapes are," I believe," thought Jill, "that all the stories of giants could have come from those interesting rocks.If you come here late in the morning, you're likely to think that the piles of rocks are giants.Hey, take a look at that one over there, you'll probably imagine that the top lump is a big head.Such a head may be too big for a human being, but it is just right for an extremely ugly giant.As for the furry stuff I guess it's heather and bird's nests, and seriously, it's pretty good to have the hair and beard of a giant.There are also things sticking out on both sides that look like ears, and these two ears are really big.But I dare say that every giant has a pair of big ears, just like an elephant.And oh" Her blood instantly froze and the thing was moving, and there was a real giant there.There could be no mistake, she saw him turn his head.She glanced over there and saw a stupid, huge, bulging face.The tower-like things were giants, forty or fifty in number.The giants lined up, apparently standing at the bottom of the canyon, their elbows resting on the rim of the canyon, like the lazy humans standing against the wall on a sunny morning after breakfast."
Keep walking," Pudgren whispered, noting them too, "don't stare at them."
Whatever you do, you must not run, or they will immediately set off to catch up. ”They pretended not to see the giant, and went on without saying a word, as if you had passed the gate of a house with a fierce dog in it, but the present situation was worse and more terrible.There were dozens of giants there, and they didn't seem to be angry, friendly, or interested in anything, and there was no sign that they had seen the travelers.At this moment, only a "thud" sound was heard, and some heavy objects broke through the air, and then with a loud bang, a large boulder fell about twenty feet in front of them.Then there was another thud, and another rock fell twenty feet behind them."
Are they targeting us?"
asked Eustace, worried."
No," Pudgren said, "if they were against us, we'd be much safer."
They tried to hit the one on the right.You know, they can't hit.The pile of rocks was very safe, and the giants were surprisingly poor at throwing.In the morning, when the weather is fine, the most common game they play is throwing stones, and this is the only game that they can play with their ingenuity. ”It was a terrible time, and the group of giants seemed to grow endlessly, and they never stopped throwing stones, some of which almost landed at Scrobe's feet.Aside from the real danger, just one look at their faces and hearing the sound of their voices is enough to make anyone tremble.Jill tried to restrain herself from looking at them.After about twenty-five minutes, the giants apparently had a fight, and the game of throwing stones was over.But it's not pleasant for giants to quarrel less than a mile away from them.They were furious, lengthening their pitches, scolding and mocking each other with meaningless words, each of which had more than twenty syllables.When they were furious, the whole audience was full of spittle, grunting, and thundering, and with each jump, the whole ground shook as if it had been blown up.They hit each other's heads with huge and clumsy stone hammers.But their heads were so hard that the hammer would bounce back as soon as it hit, and then the monster would drop the hammer and wail as the force of the rebound shook his fingers in pain.But he was so stupid that he did the same thing a minute later.In the end, this was a good thing, because after an hour of ending the quarrel, all the giants sat down and wept in pain.When they sit down, their big heads fall below the rim of the canyon, so that Jill can't see them.But even when they were a mile away from the place, Jill could hear them wailing, crying, and fussing like giant babies, interspersed with boos.That night, they slept in the bare heath.Pudgren shows the two children how to make the most of the blankets when sleeping back-to-back, to keep each other warm while sleeping back-to-back, and to cover themselves with two blankets.Even so, it was still cold, and the ground was cold and uneven.The swamp monsters told them that they would feel much more comfortable now if they thought that they would go further north and that the weather would be colder in the future.Of course, that didn't cheer them up.They traveled through the Edins Moors for many days, saving on food and bacon, and living mainly by hunting wild fowl in the moor, which were not talking birds, which were shot down by Eustace and Pudgren.Gil was the envy of Eustace's ability to shoot arrows, which he had learned while sailing with King Caspian.Because of the countless streams that exist in the wasteland, they have never been short of water.Jill had thought that in the books, it was only about people who lived by hunting, but they never told you how foul-smelling, dirty, and time-consuming it was to pluck and clean the dead birds, and to make your fingers cold.Still, they rejoiced that they barely encountered the giants again.One of the giants had seen them, but he just laughed and stomped away, going about his own business.On about the tenth day, they arrived at a place where the terrain had changed, to the edge of the northern part of the moor.Here they watched a long, steep slope that led down to a completely different, more sober and gloomy land.The bottom of the slope is densely covered with cliffs, in addition to these, there is a vast lofty mountains, gloomy cliffs, rocky valleys, the deep valley slope is very large, both deep and narrow, you can't see the end.The river rushes out of the echoing canyon and swoops down sullenly, straight into the dark abyss.Of course, needless to say, it was Pudgren who pointed out a little snow on the more distant slopes."
But I don't think it's surprising that there's more snow on the north side of those slopes."
It added.It took them some time to reach the foot of the hillside, when they looked down from the top of the cliff and saw a river rushing from west to east below them.Both sides of the river are surrounded by cliffs like walls, the river is dark green and unexposed to sunlight, and is full of rapids and waterfalls.The roar of the flowing water shook the ground, and even they could feel their feet tremble as they stood at the top of the cliff."
On the bright side," Pudgren said, "if we had broken our necks as we walked down the cliff, then we would have saved ourselves from drowning in the river." ”"How about going that way," Eustace said suddenly, gesturing to the top of the river on their left.So everyone looked in that direction and saw what they were most looking forward to: a bridge.A masterpiece of ingenuity, this is an extremely large single-arch bridge that spans the gorge from one cliff top to another, and the arches of the bridge rise above the cliff tops, like the dome of St.
Paul's Church towering above the street."
Gee, this must be a Giant's Bridge," Jill said."
Or maybe it's a wizarding bridge.""
We have to be obsessed with this kind of place.I think it's a trap because when we get to the middle of the bridge, the bridge turns into fog and eventually disappears. ”"Oh, oh God's sake, don't be so disappointed."
Eustace said dissatisfiedly, "Why shouldn't it be a real bridge?"
"So, do you think the giants we've seen have what it takes to build such a bridge?"
asked Pudgren rhetorically."
But couldn't it have been built by other giants," said Jill, "I mean, the giants who lived hundreds of years ago were far more intelligent than the modern giants."
Maybe it was built by the kind of giants we were looking for, and that meant we were on the right track, with the old bridge leading to the old city. ”"That's a good idea, Jill," Eustace said, "and it must be so."
Let's go. ”So they turned and ran for the bridge.When they reached the bridge, they found that the bridge did seem to be solid enough.All the stones were as large as those of the prehistoric megaliths, and must have been cut into squares by skilled stonemasons, but now they were cracked and chipped.The railings were apparently full of delicate carvings, but there are still some remnants of mutilated faces and shapes, giants, minotaurs, squid, centipedes, and terrible idols.Pudgren was still skeptical of the bridge, but he agreed to cross it with the children.Climbing to the dome of an arch bridge is really time-consuming and labor-intensive.In many places, large boulders have fallen off, leaving shockingly large gaps from which you can see the huge waves of the rushing river thousands of feet below.They saw an eagle flying under their feet.And the higher they went, the colder they felt, and the fierce winds made them almost untenable, as if even the bridge was shaking.Once they reached the top of the bridge, they were able to see the bridge slope in the distance.They saw a great path stretched out in front of them that seemed to be left behind by ancient giants, leading to the core of the mountains.There were many stones on the road that were missing, and between those remaining stones were clearings of grass.On this ancient road, two people of normal adult shape were riding towards them."
Keep going, march towards them.""
Anyone you meet in a place like this may not be an enemy, but we must not let them think we are afraid." ”When they came down from the end of the bridge and stepped on the grass, the two strangers had already come before them.One was a heavily armed knight with his face helmet pulled down.His armor and horses were black, his shield was devoid of any coat of arms, and his spear was decorated with a banner for his title; The other was a lady on a white horse, and the horse was so beautiful that you couldn't help but want to run up and kiss her nose, and immediately pull out a sugar cube for her to eat.The lady rode in a women's horizontal saddle, sat on horseback, and wore a dazzling turquoise swaying dress, and was a peerless beauty who captivated the country and the city."
Good day, travellers," she said in a voice as sweet as a bird's crisp song, and the end of her tongue was filled with joy, "there are young pilgrims among you who have come to this wild land," "so maybe, ma'am. ”Pudgren replied very bluntly, always on his guard."
We're looking for the ruins of Giant."
Jill said."
The ruins of the Giant," said the lady, "what a strange place you are looking for.What are you going to do if you find it?"
"We have to go," Jill said unsuspectingly, but Pudgren interrupted her."
I beg your pardon, ma'am.We don't know you or your friend, a taciturn young man, and you don't know us either.If you don't mind, we're reluctant to talk about ourselves in front of strangers.I think there will soon be a light rain, what do you think?"
laughed the lady, and that laughter was the most pleasant and beautiful sound you could imagine."
Well, children," she said softly, "you have an old guide of great knowledge and solemnity, and I think it is right for him to be silent about his own affairs, but I am free to do so.I've heard the name Giant's Ruins a lot, but I've never met anyone who can tell me how to get there.For now, the road leads to the town and castle of Hafang, where gentle giants live.They are of good temperament, civilized, thoughtful, and courteous, not like the giants of the Edins moor, who are stupid, cruel, savage, and bestial savages.You may or may not be able to hear about the ruins of the Giants in Kazakhstan, but you can be sure that you will find comfortable lodgings and hospitable hosts.If you are wise enough, you can also spend the winter there, or, at least, stay for a few days so that you can relax, relieve your fatigue, and regain your mental and physical strength.There you can take a steam bath, sleep in a soft bed, have a brightly lit stove, and have baking, grilling, and strong food and desserts on the table, so you can eat four meals a day. ”"Oops," exclaimed Eustace, cheerfully, "that's so decent."
Come to think of it, you can sleep in bed again. ”"Yes, and you can take a hot shower," said Jill happily, "do you think they're going to let us stay, you know, we don't know them." ”"Just tell them," replied the lady, "that the lady in the green dress has entrusted you to pay their respects, and to send two beautiful southern children for their autumn feast." ”"Oh, thank you, thank you so much."
Jill and Eustace said in unison."
But be careful," the lady reminded, "that whatever day you arrive in Kazakhstan, don't come too late.Because they would close the door in a few hours in the afternoon.That's the custom of the castle, as long as they close the latch, it won't be opened for anyone, and no matter how much you knock, it's useless. ”The two children's eyes lit up and they thanked her again.The lady waved goodbye to them.The swamp monster Pudgren took off his pointed hat and bowed stiffly.Then the silent knight and the beautiful lady rode up the bridge to the sound of hurried horses' hooves."
Well," said Pudgren, "I would very much like to know where she came from and where she is going.She's definitely not the kind of person you're supposed to meet in the Giant's Wasteland, isn't she, I'm sure, she has bad intentions and bad intentions. ”"Oh, that's," Eustace said, "I think she's super nice."
And, at the thought of a hot meal and a warm room, I wish the road to Kazakhstan wasn't too far. ”"Neither of us, nor I," said Jill, "and she wears a long dress that is pleasing to the eye, and that beautiful and lovely horse," "and nevertheless," said Pudgren, uneasy, "I wish we could get to know her better." ”"I was about to ask her about her," said Jill, "but how can I ask if you won't tell her about us?"
"Indeed," Eustace chimed in, "and why are you so stiff and unceremonious, don't you like them?"
said Pudgren, "and I have only seen one of them. ”"Don't you see the knight," asked Jill angrily."
I only saw a suit of armor," said Pudgren, "why didn't he speak," and "I think he was shy," said Jill, "or maybe he just wanted to look at her and hear her pleasant voice."
I'm sure if I were him, I'd do the same. ”"I'd love to know," said Pudgren, "what would you really see if you pulled the face of that helmet up and looked inside" "Hell," said Eustace, "think about what else could there be in the armor besides a man" "What if it were a skeleton," Pudgren said in an alarmist tone."
Or maybe," it added after a moment's thought, "there is nothing at all."
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I mean, you can't see anything, it's an invisible man. ”"Actually, Pudgren," Jill's voice trembled, "you always have the most terrible thoughts.What the hell do you think they are?"
"Oh, don't mind his nasty thoughts," Eustace said, "he always expects the worst to happen, and he's always wrong.Let's think more about those gentle giants, and then rush to Kazakhstan as soon as possible.I wish I could know how far away it is. ”The kind of quarrel prophesied by Pudgren almost broke out for the first time.That's not to say that there haven't been any arguments, bickering, or anything like that between Jill and Eustace before, but this time it's a really serious disagreement.Pudgren didn't want them to go to Harfon at all.It said that it did not know what "mildness" was in the giant's mind, and, in any case, Aslan's instructions did not mention living with the giants, mildness or anything else.On the other hand, the children, who were tired of the wind-blown and rainy, the skinny fowl roasting on the campfire, and the night after night of sleeping on the hard, cold ground, were determined to visit the gentle giant.At the end of the argument, Pudgren agreed to do so, but on one condition: they had to make an absolute promise that they would not tell the gentle giants that they were from Narnia and that they were looking for Prince Rylian unless they had permission from it.They made a solemn promise to it.Then the three of them moved on.After talking to the lady, things got worse in two ways.First, the terrain became more and more difficult to navigate, and the road led to the bottom of the endless narrow gorge, and the bitter north wind was constantly blowing in their faces along the way.Unlike in the wastelands, there is no firewood to make a fire, there are no small potholes to camp into, and the ground is full of rocks, which makes your feet hurt when you walk during the day and your whole body hurts when you sleep at night.The second point is that whatever the lady's intentions were in telling them about Harfang Town had a bad effect on the children.They don't think about what they should be indoors except for their beds, hot showers, and hot meals.For now, they don't talk about Aslan anymore, not even about the missing prince.Jill also gave up her habit of repeating instructions every morning and evening.At first, she told herself that she was too tired, and then she soon forgot about it.Perhaps, you might expect that the thought of having a good time in Harfon would make them feel more happy, when the truth is that it makes them even more worried about their current situation, both with each other and with Pudgren.Their tempers have become more violent, and their quarrels have become more frequent.One afternoon, they walked through the canyon and came to a place where black cedar forests were on both sides.As far as they could see, they found themselves through the mountains, and before them were a deserted, rocky plain, beyond which the distant mountains were covered with snow.But between them and the mountains in the distance, a low hill was raised, the top of which was irregular but fairly flat."
Look at it," cried Jill, pointing to the other side of the plain.Right there, in the twilight, over the flat hill, everyone saw the flickering lights.It was neither moonlight nor firelight, but a row of homely cheerful lights peeking through the windows.If you've never been to a remote wilderness area, looking forward to it day and night with several stars in a row, there's no way you can understand their mood and feelings."
That's Harfang," Eustace and Jill shouted happily and excitedly, "Harfang," and Pudgren repeated it in a dull, gloomy voice, but added it immediately.The "Ahaye Goose" immediately took the bow off his shoulder.It shot a pretty good fat goose.It was too late to arrive in Kazakhstan that day, but they still had a hot meal and built a fire.At the beginning of the night, it was much warmer than in more than a week.However, when the fire was extinguished, the night became cold.When they woke up the next morning, their blankets were frosty and hard to death."
It's okay," said Jill stomping his foot, "you can take a hot shower tonight" t1706231537: