chater thirteen the high kg and (第3/9页)
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“He would indeed，from all I hear，”said Peter with a laugh．“If only he wasn’t so small．They wouldn’t even see him till he was close！”
“Send Glenstorm，Sire，”said Trufflehunter．“No one ever laughed at a Centaur．”
An hour later two great lords in the army of Miraz，the Lord Glozelle and the Lord Sopespian，strolling along their lines and picking their teeth after breakfast，looked up and saw coming down to them from the wood the Centaur and Giant Wimbleweather，whom they had seen before in battle，and between them a figure they could not recognize．Nor indeed would the other boys at Edmund’s school have recognized him if they could have seen him at that moment．For Aslan had breathed on him at their meeting and a kind of greatness hung about him．
“What’s to do？”said the Lord Glozelle．“An attack？”
“A parley，rather，”said Sopespian．“See，they carry green branches．They are coming to surrender most likely．”
“He that is walking between the Centaur and the Giant has no look of surrender in his face，”said Glozelle．“Who can he be？ It is not the boy Caspian．”
“No indeed，”said Sopespian．“This is a fell warrior，I warrant you，wherever the rebels have got him from．He is in your Lordship’s private ear a kinglier man than ever Miraz was．And what mail he wears！ None of our smiths can make the like．”
“I’ll wager my dappled Pomely he brings a challenge，not a surrender，”said Glozelle．
“How then？”said Sopespian．“We hold the enemy in our fist here．Miraz would never be so hair-brained as to throw away his advantage on a combat．”
“He might be brought to it，”said Glozelle in a much lower voice.
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