CHAPTER TWELVE SHASTA IN NARNIA

"WAS it all a dream ?" wondered Shasta. But it couldn't have been a dream for there in the grass before him he saw the deep, large print of the Lion' s front right paw. It took one' s breath away to think of the weight that could make a footprint like that. But there was something more remarkable than the size about it. As he looked at it, water had already filled the bottom of it. Soon it was full to the brim, and then overflowing, and a little stream was running downhill,past him,over the grass.

Shasta stooped and drank-a very long drink-and then dipped his face in and splashed his head. It was extremely cold, and clear as glass, and refreshed him very much. After that he stood up, shaking the water out of his ears and flinging the wet hair back from his forehead,and began to take stock of his surroundings.

Apparently it was still very early morning. The sun had only just risen, and it had risen out of the forests which he saw low down and far away on his right.The country which he was looking at was absolutely new to him. It was a green valley-land dotted with trees through which he caught the gleam of a river that wound away roughly to the North-West. On the far side of the valley there were high and even rocky hills, but they were lower than the mountains he had seen yesterday. Then he began to guess where he was. He turned and looked behind him and saw that the slope on which he was standing belonged to a range of far higher mountains.

"I see," said Shasta to himself. "Those are the big mountains between Archenland and Narnia. I was on the other side of them yesterday. I must have come through the pass in the night. What luck that I hit it ! At least it wasn' t luck at all really, it was Him.And now I' m in Narnia."

He turned and unsaddled his horse and took off its bridle-"Though you are a perfectly horrid horse,"he said.It took no notice of this remark and immediately began eating grass. That horse had a very low opinion of Shasta.

"I wish I could eat grass !" thought Shasta. "It's no good going back to Anvard, it' ll all be besieged. I' d better get lower down into the valley and see if I can get anything to eat."

So he went on downhill (the thick dew was cruelly cold to his bare feet) till he came into a wood.There was a kind of track running through it and he had not followed this for many minutes when he heard a thick and rather wheezy voice saying to him. "Good morning, neighbour. " Shasta looked round eagerly to find the speaker and presently saw a small, prickly person with a dark face who had just come out from among the trees. At least, it was small for a person but very big indeed for a hedgehog,which was what it was.

"Good morning," said Shasta. "But I'm not a neighbour. In fact I' m a stranger in these parts."

"Ah ?" said the Hedgehog inquiringly.

"I 've come over the mountains-from Archenland, you know."

"Ah, Archenland," said the Hedgehog."That's a terrible long way.Never been there myself."

"And I think, perhaps," said Shasta, "someone ought to be told that there s an army of savage Calormenes attacking Anvard at this very moment."

"You don't say so !" answered the Hedgehog. "Well, think of that.And they do say that Calormen is hundreds and thousands of miles away, right at the world s end,across a great sea of sand."

"It's not nearly as far as you think," said Shasta. "And oughtn t something to be done about this attack on Anvard ? Oughtn t your High King to be told ?"

"Certain sure, something ought to be done about it,"said the Hedgehog. "But you see I'm just on my way to bed for a good day s sleep. Hullo,neighbour !"

The last words were addressed to an immense biscuit-coloured rabbit whose head had just popped up from somewhere beside the path.The Hedgehog immediately told the Rabbit what it had just learned from Shasta. The Rabbit agreed that this was very remarkable news and that somebody ought to tell someone about it with a view to doing something.

And so it went on. Every few minutes they were joined by other creatures, some from the branches overhead and some from little underground houses at their feet, till the party consisted of five rabbits, a squirrel, two magpies, a goat-foot faun, and a mouse, who all talked at the same time and all agreed with the Hedgehog. For the truth was that in that golden age when the Witch and the Winter had gone and Peter the High King ruled at Cair Paravel, the smaller woodland people of Narnia were so safe and happy that they were getting a little careless.

Presently, however, two more practical people arrived in the little wood. One was a Red Dwarf whose name appeared to be Duffle. The other was a stag, a beautiful lordly creature with wide liquid eyes, dappled flanks and legs so thin and graceful that they looked as if you could break them with two fingers.

"Lion alive !" roared the Dwarf as soon as he had heard the news. "And if that's so, why are we all standing still, chattering ? Enemies at Anvard !News must be sent to Cair Paravel at once. The army must be called out.Narnia must go to the aid of King Lune."