“A lot we could do！ “ said Edmund，”when we haven‘t even got anything to eat！ ““Shut up-you！” said Peter， who was still very angry with Edmund. “What do you think， Susan？”
“I’ve a horrid feeling that Lu is right，” said Susan. “I don‘t want to go a step further and I wish we’d never come. But I think we must try to do something for Mr Whatever-his-name is-I mean the Faun.”
“That‘s what I feel too，” said Peter. “I’m worried about having nofood with us. I‘d vote for going back and getting something from the larder， only there doesn’t seem to be any certainty of getting into this country again when once you‘ve got out of it. I think we’ll have to go on.”
“So do I，” said both the girls.
“If only we knew where the poor chap was imprisoned！” said Peter. They were all still wondering what to do next， when Lucy said，“Look！ There‘s a robin， with such a red breast. It’s the first bird I‘ve seen here. I say！ -I wonder can birds talk in Narnia？ It almost looks as if it wanted to say something to us.” Then she turned to the Robin and said， “Please， can you tell us where Tumnus the Faun has been taken to？” As she said this she took a step towards the bird. It at once flew away but only as far as to the next tree. There it perched and looked at them very hard as if it understood all they had been saying. Almost without noticing that they had done so， the four children wenta step or two nearer to it. At this the Robin flew away again to the next tree and once more looked at them very hard. （You couldn’t have found a robin with a redder chest or a brighter eye.）“Do you know，” said Lucy， “I really believe he means us to follow him.”
“I‘ve an idea he does，” said Susan. “What do you think， Peter？” “Well， we might as well try it，” answered Peter.
The Robin appeared to understand the matter thoroughly. It kept going from tree to tree， always a few yards ahead of them， but always so near that they could easily follow it. In this way it led them on， slightly downhill. Wherever the Robin alighted a little shower of snow would fall off the branch. Presently the clouds parted overhead and the winter sun came out and the snow all around them grew dazzlingly bright. They had been travelling in this way for about half an hour， with the two girls in front， when Edmund said to Peter， “if you’re not still too high and mighty to talk to me， I‘ve something to say which you’d better listen to.”
“What is it？” asked Peter.
“Hush！ Not so loud，” said Edmund； “there‘s no good frightening the girls. But have you realized what we’re doing？”
“What？” said Peter， lowering his voice to a whisper.
“We‘re following a guide we know nothing about. How do we know which side that bird is on？ Why shouldn’t it be leading us into a trap？”
“That‘s a nasty idea. Still-a robin， you know. They’re good birds in all the stories I‘ve ever read. I’m sure a robin wouldn‘t be on the wrong side.”
“If it comes to that， which is the right side？ How do we know that the fauns are in the right and the Queen （yes， I know we’ve been told she‘s a witch） is in the wrong？ We don’t really know anything about either.”
“The Faun saved Lucy.”
“He said he did. But how do we know？ And there‘s another thing too. Has anyone the least idea of the way home from here？”
“Great Scott！” said Peter， “I hadn’t thought of that.” “And no chance of dinner either，” said Edmund.
中文阅读
“我希望麦克里迪夫人能快一点，把那些人都带走，”苏珊俄而说道，“我都快被挤扁了。”
“一股好难闻的樟脑味儿！”埃德蒙说。“我估计这些大衣口袋里装满了樟脑丸，”苏珊说，“以免生蛾子。”“有什么东西戳着我的背。”彼得说。
“这里是不是很冷？”苏珊说。
“你这么一说，这里还真挺冷的，”彼得说，“见鬼，而且还湿乎乎的。这个地方是怎么回事？我正坐在一个潮湿的东西上。它变得越来越湿了。”他挣扎着站了起来。
