Who Will Go Into The Stable
谁敢进马棚
Jill felt something tickling her ear. It was Jewel the Unicorn， whispering to her with the wide whisper of a horse‘s mouth. As soon as she heard what he was saying she nodded and tiptoed back to where Puzzle was standing. Quickly and quietly she cut the last cords that bound the lion-skin to him. It wouldn’t do for him to be caught with that on， after what the Ape had said！ She would like to have hidden the skin somewhere very far away， but it was too heavy. The best she could do was to kick it in among the thickest bushes. Then she made signs to Puzzle to follow her and they both joined the others.
The Ape was speaking again.
“And after a horrid thing like that， Aslan-Tashlan-is angrier than ever. He says he‘s been a great deal too good to you， coming out every night to be looked at， see！ Well， he’s not coming out any more.”
Howls and mewings and squeals and grunts were the Animals‘ answer to this， but suddenly a quite different voice broke in with a loud laugh.
“Hark what the monkey says，” it shouted. “We know why he isn’t going to bring his precious Aslan out. I‘ll tell you why： because he hasn’t got him. He never had anything except an old donkey with a lion-skin on its back. Now he‘s lost that and he doesn’t know what to do.”
Tirian could not see the faces on the other side of the fire very well but he guessed this was Griffle the Chief Dwarf. And he was quite certain of it when， a second later， all the Dwarfs‘ voices joined in， singing： “Don’t know what to do！ Don‘t know what to do！ Don’t know what to do-o-o！”
“Silence！” thundered Rishda Tarkaan. “Silence， children of mud！
Listen to me， you other Narnians， lest I give command to my warriors to fall upon you with the edge of the sword. The Lord Shift has already told you of that wicked Ass. Do you think， because of him that there is no real Tashlan in the stable！ Do you？ Beware， beware！”
“No， no，” shouted most of the crowd. But the Dwarfs said， “That‘s right， Darkie， you’ve got it. Come on， Monkey， show us what‘s in the Stable， seeing is believing.”
When next there was a moment’s quiet the Ape said： “You Dwarfs think you‘re very clever， don’t you？ But not so fast. I never said you couldn‘t see Tashlan. Anyone who likes can see him.”
The whole assembly became silent. Then， after nearly a minute， the Bear began in a slow， puzzled voice：
“I don’t quite understand all this，” it grumbled， “I thought you said-”
“You thought！” repeated the Ape. “As if anyone could call what goes
on in your head thinking. Listen， you others. Anyone can see Tashlan. But he‘s not coming out. You have to go in and see him.”
“Oh， thank you， thank you， thank you，” said dozens of voices. “That’s what we wanted！ We can go in and see him face to face. And now he‘ll be kind and it will all be as it used to be.” And the Birds chattered， and the dogs barked excitedly. Then suddenly， there was a great stirring and a noise of creatures rising to their feet， and in a second the whole lot of them would have been rushing forward and trying to crowd into the stable door all together.
But the Ape shouted： “Get back！ Quiet！ Not so fast.”
The Beasts stopped， many of them with one paw in the air， many with tails wagging， and all of them with heads on one side.
“I thought you said，” began the Bear， but Shift interrupted.
“Anyone can go in，” he said. “But， one at a time. Who’ll go first？ He didn‘t say he was feeling very kind. He’s been licking his lips a lot since he swallowed up the wicked King the other night. He‘s been growling a good deal this morning. I wouldn’t much like to go into that stable myself tonight. But just as you please. Who‘d like to go in first？ Don’t blame me if he swallows you whole or blasts you into a cinder with the mere terror of his eyes. That‘s your affair. Now then！ Who’s first？ What about one of you Dwarfs？”
“Dilly， dilly， come and be killed！” sneered Griffle. “How do we know what you‘ve got in there？”
“Ho-ho！” cried the Ape. “So you’re beginning to think there‘s something there， eh？ Well， all you Beasts were making noise enough a minute ago. What’s struck you all dumb？ Who‘s going in first？”
But the Beasts all stood looking at one another and began backing away from the stable. Very few tails were wagging now. The Ape waddled to and fro jeering at them. “Ho-ho-ho！” he chuckled. “I thought you were all so eager to see Tashlan face to face！ Changed your mind， eh？”
Tirian bent his head to hear something that Jill was trying to whisper in his ear. “What do you think is really inside the Stable？” she said.
“Who knows？” said Tirian. “Two Calormenes with drawn swords， as likely as not， one on each side of the door.”
“You don’t think，” said Jill， “it might b . you kno . that horrid thing we saw？”
“Tash himself ？” whispered Tirian. “There‘s no knowing. But courage， child： we are all between the paws of the true Aslan.”
Then a most surprising thing happened. Ginger the Cat said in a cool， clear voice， not at all as if he was excited， “I’ll go in， if you like.”
Every creature turned and fixed its eyes on the Cat. “Mark their subtleties， Sire，” said Poggin to the King. “This cursed cat is in the plot， in the very centre of it. Whatever is in the stable will not hurt him， I‘ll be bound. Then Ginger will come out again and say that he has seen some wonder.”
But Tirian had no time to answer him. The Ape was calling the Cat to come forward.
“Ho-ho！” said the Ape. “So you， a pert Puss， would look upon Him face to face. Come on， then！ I’ll open the door for you. Don‘t blame me if He scares the whiskers off your face. That’s your affair.”
And the Cat got up and came out of its place in the crowd， walking primly and daintily， with its tail in the air， not one hair on its sleek coat out of place. It came on till it had passed the fire and was so close that Tirian， from where he stood with his shoulder against the end-wall of the stable， could look right into its face. Its big green eyes never blinked. （“Cool as a cucumber，” muttered Eustace. “It knows it has nothing to fear.”）
