Хроники Нарнии
Deeper Magic from before the Dawn of Time
Bothgirlsbentdownandstared.
"Idobelieve-"saidSusan."Buthowqueer!They’renibblingawayatthecords!"
"That’swhatIthought,"saidLucy."Ithinkthey’refriendlymice.Poorlittlethings-theydon’trealizehe’sdead.Theythinkit’lldosomegooduntyinghim."
Itwasquitedefinitelylighterbynow.Eachofthegirlsnoticedforthefirsttimethewhitefaceoftheother.Theycouldseethemicenibblingaway;dozensanddozens,evenhundreds,oflittlefieldmice.Andatlast,onebyone,theropeswereallgnawedthrough.
Theskyintheeastwaswhitishbynowandthestarsweregettingfainter-allexceptoneverybigonelowdownontheeasternhorizon.Theyfeltcolderthantheyhadbeenallnight.Themicecreptawayagain.
Thegirlsclearedawaytheremainsofthegnawedropes.Aslanlookedmorelikehimselfwithoutthem.Everymomenthisdeadfacelookednobler,asthelightgrewandtheycouldseeitbetter.
Inthewoodbehindthemabirdgaveachucklingsound.Ithadbeensostillforhoursandhoursthatitstartledthem.Thenanotherbirdansweredit.Soontherewerebirdssingingallovertheplace.
Itwasquitedefinitelyearlymorningnow,notlatenight.
"I’msocold,"saidLucy.
"SoamI,"saidSusan."Let’swalkaboutabit."
