Хроники Нарнии
The spell begins to break
"Peter,Adam’sSon,"saidFatherChristmas.
"Here,sir,"saidPeter.
"Theseareyourpresents,"wastheanswer,"andtheyaretoolsnottoys.Thetimetousethemisperhapsnearathand.Bearthemwell."WiththesewordshehandedtoPeterashieldandasword.Theshieldwasthecolourofsilverandacrossitthererampedaredlion,asbrightasaripestrawberryatthemomentwhenyoupickit.Thehiltoftheswordwasofgoldandithadasheathandaswordbeltandeverythingitneeded,anditwasjusttherightsizeandweightforPetertouse.Peterwassilentandsolemnashereceivedthesegifts,forhefelttheywereaveryseriouskindofpresent.
"Susan,Eve’sDaughter,"saidFatherChristmas."Theseareforyou,"andhehandedherabowandaquiverfullofarrowsandalittleivoryhorn."Youmustusethebowonlyingreatneed,"hesaid,"forIdonotmeanyoutofightinthebattle.Itdoesnoteasilymiss.Andwhenyouputthishorntoyourlips;andblowit,then,whereveryouare,Ithinkhelpofsomekindwillcometoyou."
Lastofallhesaid,"Lucy,Eve’sDaughter,"andLucycameforward.Hegaveheralittlebottleofwhatlookedlikeglass(butpeoplesaidafterwardsthatitwasmadeofdiamond)andasmalldagger."Inthisbottle,"hesaid,"thereiscordialmadeofthejuiceofoneofthefireflowersthatgrowinthemountainsofthesun.Ifyouoranyofyourfriendsishurt,afewdropsofthisrestorethem.Andthedaggeristodefendyourseatgreatneed.Foryoualsoarenottobeinbattle."
"Why,sir?"saidLucy."Ithink-Idon’tknowbutIthinkIcouldbebraveenough."
