chater fifteen the diaearance f jill (第15/17页)
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nment in the Deep Lands，dressed in black， dusty，dishevelled，and weary，there was something in his face and air which no one could mistake. That look is in the face of all true kings of Narnia，who rule by the will of Aslan and sit at Cair Paravel on the throne of Peter the High King. Instantly every head was bared and every knee was bent；a moment later such cheering and shouting，such jumps and reels of joy，such hand-shakings and kissings and embracings of everybody by everybody else broke out that the tears came into Jill’s eyes. Their quest had been worth all the pains it cost.
“Please it your Highness,”said the oldest of the Dwarfs，“there is some attempt at a supper in the cave yonder，prepared against the ending of the snow-dance—”
“With a good will，Father,”said the Prince. “For never had any Prince，Knight，Gentleman，or Bear so good a stomach to his victuals as we four wanderers have tonight.”
The whole crowd began to move away through the trees towards the cave. Ji
