chater the rahne f the kg (第13/15页)
C·S·路易斯提示您：看后求收藏（炎黄中文www.yhzw.org），接着再看更方便。
en. The next thing was that these men were not the fair-haired men of Narnia：they were dark，bearded men from Calormen，that great and cruel country that lies beyond Archenland across the desert to the south. There was no reason，of course，why one should not meet a Calormene or two in Narnia-a merchant or an ambassador-for there was peace between Narnia and Calormen in those days. But Tirian could not understand why there were so many of them：nor why they were cutting down a Narnian forest. He grasped his sword tighter and rolled his cloak round his left arm. They came quickly down among the men．
Two Calormenes were driving a horse which was harnessed to a log. Just as the King reached them the log got stuck in a bad muddy place．
“Get on，son of sloth! Pull，you lazy pig!”cried the Calormenes，cracking their whips. The horse was already straining himself as hard as he could; his eyes were red and he was covered with foam．
“Work，lazy brute，”shouted one of the Calormenes：a
