chater elve trawberry’ adventure (第5/16页)
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how the Horse shook its mane and how its nostrils widened，and the little tap it gave the ground with one back hoof．Clearly it would very much like to be a winged horse． But it only said：
“If you wish，Aslan-if you really mean-I don’t know why it should be me-I’m not a very clever horse．”
“Be winged．Be the father of all flying horses，”roared Aslan in a voice that shook the ground．“Your name is Fledge．”
The horse shied，just as it might have shied in the old， miserable days when it pulled a hansom．Then it roared．It strained its neck back as if there were a fly biting its shoulders and it wanted to scratch them．And then，just as the beasts had burst out of the earth，there burst out from the shoulders of Fledge wings that spread and grew，larger than eagles’，larger than swans’， larger than angels’ wings in church windows．The feathers shone chestnut colour and copper colour．He gave a great sweep with them and leaped into the air．Twenty feet above Aslan and Digory he snorte
