手机浏览器扫描二维码访问
ATaboutnineo’clocknextmorningthreelonelyfiguresmighthavebeenseenpickingtheirwayacrosstheShribblebytheshoalsandstepping-stones.Itwasashallow,noisystream,andevenJillwasnotwetaboveherkneeswhentheyreachedthenorthernbank.Aboutfiftyyardsahead,thelandroseuptothebeginningofthemoor,everywheresteeply,andoftenincliffs.
“Isupposethat’sourway!”saidScrubb,pointingleftandwesttowhereastreamfloweddownfromthemoorthroughashallowgorge.ButtheMarsh-wiggleshookhishead.
“Thegiantsmainlylivealongthesideofthatgorge,”hesaid.“YoumightsaythegorgewaslikeastreettotheWe’lldobetterstraightahead,eventhoughit’sabitsteep.”
Theyfoundaplacewheretheycouldscrambleup,andinabouttenminutesstoodpantingatthetop.Theycastalonginglookbackatthevalley-landofNarniaandthenturnedtheirfacestotheNorth.Thevast,lonelymoorstretchedonandupasfarastheycouldsee.Ontheirleftwasrockierground.Jillthoughtthatmustbetheedgeofthegiants’gorgeanddidnotmuchcareaboutlookinginthatdirection.Theysetout.
Itwasgood,springygroundforwalking,andadayofpalewintersunlight.Astheygotdeeperintothemoor,thelonelinessincreased:onecouldhearpeewitsandseeanoccasionalhawk.Whentheyhaltedinthemiddleofthemorningforarestandadrinkinalittlehollowbyastream,Jillwasbeginningtofeelthatshemightenjoyadventuresafterall,andsaidso.
“Wehaven’thadanyyet,”saidtheMarsh-wiggle.
Walksafterthefirsthalt—likeschoolmorningsafterbreakorrailwayjourneysafterchangingtrains—nevergoonastheywerebefore.Whentheysetoutagain,Jillnoticedthattherockyedgeofthegorgehaddrawnnearer.Andtherockswerelessflat,moreupright,thantheyhadbeen.Infacttheywerelikelittletowersofrock.Andwhatfunnyshapestheywere!
“Idobelieve,”thoughtJill,“thatallthestoriesaboutgiantsmighthavecomefromthosefunnyrocks.Ifyouwerecomingalongherewhenitwashalfdark,youcouldeasilythinkthosepilesofrockweregiants.Lookatthatone,now!Youcouldalmostimaginethatthelumpontopwasahead.Itwouldberathertoobigforthebody,butitwoulddowellenoughforanuglygiant.Andallthatbushystuff—Isupposeit’sheatherandbirds’nests,really—woulddoquitewellforhairandbeard.Andthethingsstickingoutoneachsidearequitelikeears.They’dbehorriblybig,butthenIdaresaygiantswouldhavebigears,likeelephants.
And—o-o-o-h!—”
Herbloodfroze.Thethingmoved.Itwasarealgiant.Therewasnomistakingit;shehadseenitturnitshead.Shehadcaughtaglimpseofthegreat,stupid,puffcheekedface.Allthethingsweregiants,notrocks.Therewerefortyorfiftyofthem,allinarow;obviouslystandingwiththeirfeetonthebottomofthegorgeandtheirelbowsrestingontheedgeofthegorge,justasmenmightstandleaningonawall-lazymen,onafinemorningafterbreakfast.
“Keepstraighton,”whisperedPuddleglum,whohadnoticedthemtoo.“Don’tlookattheAndwhateveryoudo,don’trun.They’dbeafterusinamoment.”
Sotheykepton,pretendingnottohaveseenthegiants.Itwaslikewalkingpastthegateofahousewherethereisafiercedog,onlyfarworse.Thereweredozensanddozensofthesegiants.Theydidn’tlookangry—orkind—orinterestedatall.Therewasnosignthattheyhadseenthetravellers.
Then—whizz-whizz-whizz—someheavyobjectcamehurtlingthroughtheair,andwithacrashabigboulderfellabouttwentypacesaheadoftheAndthen—thud!—anotherfelltwentyfeetbehind.
“Aretheyaimingatus?”askedScrubb.
“No,”saidPuddleglu“We’dbeagooddealsaferiftheywere.They’retryingtohitthat—thatcairnovertheretotheright.Theywon’thitit,youknow.It’ssafeenough;they’resuchverybadshots.Theyplaycock-shiesmostfinemornings.Abouttheonlygamethey’recleverenoughtounderstand.”
Itwasahorribletime.Thereseemednoendtothelineofgiants,andtheyneverceasedhurlingstones,someofwhichfellextremelyclose.Quiteapartfromtherealdanger,theverysightandsoundoftheirfacesandvoiceswereenoughtoscareanyone.Jilltriednottolookatthe
Afterabouttwenty-fiveminutesthegiantsapparentlyhadaquarrel.Thisputanendtothecock-shies,butitisnotpleasanttobewithinamileofquarrellinggiants.Theystormedandjeeredatoneanotherinlong,meaninglesswordsofabouttwentysyllableseach.Theyfoamedandgibberedandjumpedintheirrage,andeachjumpshooktheearthlikeabomb.Theylammedeachotherontheheadwithgreat,clumsystonehammers;buttheirskullsweresohardthatthehammersbouncedoffagain,andthenthemonsterwhohadgiventheblowwoulddrophishammerandhowlwithpainbecauseithadstunghisfingers.Buthewassostupidthathewoulddoexactlythesamethingaminutelater.Thiswasagoodthinginthelongrun,forbytheendofanhourallthegiantsweresohurtthattheysatdownandbegantocry.Whentheysatdown,theirheadswerebelowtheedgeofthegorge,sothatyousawthemnomore;butJillcouldhearthemhowlingandblubberingandboo-booinglikegreatbabiesevenaftertheplacewasamilebehind.
Thatnighttheybivouackedonthebaremoor,andPuddleglumshowedthechildrenhowtomakethebestoftheirblanketsbysleepingbacktoback(Thebackskeepeachotherwarmandyoucanthenhavebothblanketsontop).Butitwaschillyevenso,andthegroundwashardandlumpy.TheMarsh-wiggletoldthemtheywouldfeelmorecomfortableifonlytheythoughthowverymuchcolderitwouldbelateronandfarthernorth;butthisdidn’tcheerthemupatall.
TheytravelledacrossEttinsmoorformanydays,savingthebaconandlivingchieflyonthemoor-fowl(theywerenot,ofcourse,talkingbirds)whichEustaceandthewiggleshot.JillratherenviedEustaceforbeingabletoshoot;hehadlearneditonhisvoyagewithKingCaspian.Astherewerecountlessstreamsonthemoor,theywerenevershortofwater.Jillthoughtthatwhen,inbooks,peopleliveonwhattheyshoot,itnevertellsyouwhatalong,smelly,messyjobitispluckingandcleaningdeadbirds,andhowcolditmakesyourfingers.Butthegreatthingwasthattheymethardlyanygiants.Onegiantsawthem,butheonlyroaredwithlaughterandstumpedawayabouthisownbusiness.
Aboutthetenthday,theyreachedaplacewherethecountrychanged.Theycametothenorthernedgeofthemoorandlookeddownalong,steepslopeintoadifferent,andgrimmer,land.Atthebottomoftheslopewerecliffs:beyondthese,acountryofhighmountains,darkprecipices,stonyvalleys,ravinessodeepandnarrowthatonecouldnotseefarintothem,andriversthatpouredoutofechoinggorgestoplungesullenlyintoblackdepths.Needlesstosay,itwasPuddleglumwhopointedoutasprinklingofsnowonthemoredistantslopes.
“Butthere’llbemoreonthenorthsideofthem,Ishouldn’twonder,”headded.
Ittookthemsometimetoreachthefootoftheslopeand,whentheydid,theylookeddownfromthetopofthecliffsatariverrunningbelowthemfromwesttoeast.Itwaswalledinbyprecipicesonthefarsideaswellasontheirown,anditwasgreenandsunless,fullofrapidsandwaterfalls.Theroarofitshooktheearthevenwheretheystood.
“Thebrightsideofitis,”saidPuddleglum,“thatifwebreakournecksgettingdownthecliff,thenwe’resafefrombeingdrownedintheriver.”
“Whataboutthat?”saidScrubbsuddenly,pointingupstreamtotheirleft.Thentheyalllookedandsawthelastthingtheywereexpecting—abridge.Andwhatabridge,too!Itwasahuge,singlearchthatspannedthegorgefromcliff-toptocliff-top;andthecrownofthatarchwasashighabovethecliff-topsasthedomeofSt.Paul’sisabovethestreet.
“Why,itmustbeagiants’bridge!”saidJill.
“Orasorcerer’s,morelikely,”saidPuddleglu“We’vegottolookoutforenchantmentsinaplacelikethis.Ithinkit’satrap.Ithinkit’llturnintomistandmeltawayjustwhenwe’reoutonthemiddleofit.”
“Oh,forgoodness’sake,don’tbesuchawetblanket,”saidScrubb.“Whyonearthshouldn’titbeaproperbridge?”
“Doyouthinkanyofthegiantswe’veseenwouldhavesensetobuildathinglikethat?”saidPuddleglu
“Butmightn’tithavebeenbuiltbyothergiants?”saidJill.“Imean,bygiantswholivedhundredsofyearsago,andwerefarclevererthanthemodernkind.Itmighthavebeenbuiltbythesameoneswhobuiltthegiantcitywe’relookingfor.Andthatwouldmeanwewereontherighttrack—theoldbridgeleadingtotheoldcity!”
“That’sarealbrain-wave,Pole,”saidScrubb.“Itmustbethat.Comeon.”
Sotheyturnedandwenttothebridge.Andwhentheyreachedit,itcertainlyseemedsolidenough.ThesinglestoneswereasbigasthoseatStonehengeandmusthavebeensquaredbygoodmasonsonce,thoughnowtheywerecrackedandcrumbled.Thebalustradehadapparentlybeencoveredwithrichcarvings,ofwhichsometracesremained;moulderingfacesandformsofgiants,minotaurs,squids,centipedes,anddreadfulgods.Puddleglumstilldidn’ttrustit,butheconsentedtocrossitwiththechildren.
Theclimbuptothecrownofthearchwaslongandheavy.Inmanyplacesthegreatstoneshaddroppedout,leavinghorriblegapsthroughwhichyoulookeddownontheriverfoamingthousandsoffeetbelow.Theysawaneagleflythroughundertheirfeet.Andthehighertheywent,thecolderitgrew,andthewindblewsothattheycouldhardlykeeptheirfooting.Itseemedtoshakethebridge.
Whentheyreachedthetopandcouldlookdownthefartherslopeofthebridge,theysawwhatlookedliketheremainsofanancientgiantroadstretchingawaybeforethemintotheheartofthemountains.Manystonesofitspavementweremissingandtherewerewidepatchesofgrassbetweenthosethatremained.Andridingtowardsthemonthatancientroadweretwopeopleofnormalgrown-uphumansize.
奇货4:甲厝殿 纳尼亚传奇5:黎明踏浪号(双语) 十爱 纳尼亚传奇4:凯斯宾王子(双语) 道劫 开局成了压寨相公 我是快乐小富婆 乱弹水浒 奇货7:杀破军 变身,成为主神空间练习生 奇货5:九子图 纳尼亚传奇1:魔法师的外甥(双语) 万里无云 纳尼亚传奇3:能言马与男孩(双语) 奇货6:忽汗城 奇货大结局:献祭井 魔幻玩具铺 网游之玄武神化 四合院:我当电工的幸福日子 纳尼亚传奇2:狮王、女巫和魔衣橱(双语)
(新文锦绣药田,求票求收)唐秋水带着空间重生到了初一,前世命运的转折点,一切都还未发生这一世唐秋水不想大富大贵只愿家人平安幸福小富即安(本文架空,内容纯属虚构,如有雷同纯属巧合!)...
结婚五年,丈夫不碰婆婆不疼,连妹妹都挺着大肚子上门示威。林清商的人生,可怜到极致。可阴差阳错,却意外撞见傅景年。她从未见过这个男人如此直白的欲望。阳台和床,你喜欢哪里?林清商羞恼摔门,傅先生请自重!傅先生却眯着眼,不疾不徐跟在她身后,开灯关门,当年你爬上我床的时候,可没让我自重。...
水无月家族冰系血继!鬼灯家族的水系血继!辉夜一族尸骨脉血继!伊布利一族血继限界!宇智波家族的写轮眼!森之千手的木遁血继!火影忍者中血继限界同时出现在一个人身上,又将会如何?且看马飞云如何凭借火影血继纵横世界!...
周伯通昔日左右逢源财源广进今天却锒铛入狱,被判无期!朋友过河拆桥,情人卷款私逃,狱中的他该如何自处...
刘易莫名的来到了一个奇异的世界,在一个死人身边拿到了一本召唤师秘典开启了特殊召唤系统,能召唤原有世界的英雄,不仅如此,他的英雄杀死敌人还能获得很多的奖励,并且让自己升级!刘易在这个拥有强大力量的世界里不断发展壮大自己,看他如何精彩!ps能召唤的人物很多,从格斗游戏热血动漫,名著传说以及系统自造原世界英雄应该不会让大家觉得没新鲜感,而且后期能收集信仰,这个强力手段应该是遍及全大陆的!...
一个正道少年,却得到了一本邪道修真圣卷,从此,他的人生,将走向另一个极端。正道中人视他为邪道妖孽,为正道所不容,而邪道之人,为了得到他所负之异宝,也对他进行着无休止的追杀。天下之大,竟无他容身之地。什么正道邪道,全他妈的见鬼去吧,老子要靠自己的实力,杀出属于我自己的天下。少年在受到连番的打击之后,对着苍天吼道。从此,少年开始了他的逆天之旅,开始他对命运的抗争,踏上了血腥的征途。喜欢本书的朋友,敬请收藏推荐,谢谢支持!...