THE RASHNESS OF THE KING About three weeks later the last of the Kings of Narnia sat uhe great oak which grew beside the door of his little hunting lodge, where he often stayed for ten days or so in the pleasant spriher. It was a low, thatched building not far from the Eastern end of Lantern Waste and some way above the meeting of the two rivers. He loved to live there simply and at ease, away from the state and pomp of Cair Paravel, the royal city.
His name was King Tirian, and he was betweey and twenty-five years old; his shoulders were already broad and strong and his limbs full of hard muscle, but his beard was still sty. He had blue eyes and a fearless, ho face.
There was no oh him that spring m except his dearest friend, Jewel the Uni. They loved each other like brothers and each had saved the others life in the wars. The lordly beast stood close beside the Kings chair, with its neck bent round polishing its blue hainst the creamy whit……（内容加载失败！）
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