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THISisthestoryofahathappenedinNarniaahelaheGoldeerwasHighKinginNarniaandhisbrotherandhistwosisterswereKingandQueensunderhi
Inthosedays，farsouthinenonalittlecreekofthesea，therelivedapoorfishermancalledArsheesh，andwithhimtherelivedaboywhocalledhimFather.Theboy'snamewasShasta.OnmostdaysArsheeshwentoutinhisboattofishinthem，aernoonheharnessedhisdooadloadedthecartwithfishaamileorsosouthwardtothevillagetosellit.IfithadsoldwellhewouldoodtemperandsaynothingtoShasta，butifithadsoldbadlyhewouldfindfaultsbeathiTherewasalwayssomethingtofindfaultwithforShastahadplentyofworktodo，mendingandwashis，gthesupper，ahewhichtheybothlived.
ShastawasnotatallihingthatlaysouthofhishomebecausehehadowitothevillagewithArsheeshaherewaserestihevillageheohermelikehisfather—menwithlong，dirtyrobes，aurhetoe，andturbansontheirheads，aalkiherveryslowlyaboutthingsthatsoundeddull.ButhewasveryiedihatlaytotheNorthbeoowayandhewasneverallowedtogotherehimself.Wheingoutthes，andallalone，hewouldofteotheNorth.Onecouldseenothingbutagrassysluptoalevelridgeatheskysafewbirdsinit.
&imesifArsheeshwasthereShastawouldsay，“OmyFather，whatistherebeyondthathill?”
AhefishermanerhewouldboxShasta'searsaoattendtohiswork.Orifheeaceablemoodhewouldsay，“Omyson，donotallowyourmiedbyidlequestions.Foroshassaid，'Applitobusiherootofprosperity，butthosewhoaskquestionsthatdohemaresteeringtheshipoffollytowardtherodigence'.”
ShastathoughtthatbeyoheremustbesomedelightfulsecretwhichhisfatherwishedtohidefromhiIy，however，thefishermahisbecausehedidn'tknowwhatlaytotheherdidhecare.Hehadaveryprad.
&heretheSerwhowasunlikeanymanthatShastahadseenbefore.Herodeupdappledhorsewithflowiailandhisstirrupsandbridlewereinlaidwithsilver.Thespikeofahelmetprojeiddleofhissilkenturbanaofmail.Byhissidehungagscimitar，arouuddedwithbossesathisbadhisrighthandgraspedalance.Hisfacewasdark，butthisdidnotsurpriseShastabecauseallthepeopleofe;whatdidsurprisehimwastheman'sbeardwhichwasdyed，anddgleamingwithstedoil.ButArsheeshkhegolder'sbarearmthathewasaTarkaalord，andhebowedkneeliillhisbeardtouchedtheearthaoShastatokneelalso.
&rangerdemaalityfhtwhichofcoursethefishermarefuse.AllthebesttheyhadwassetbeforetheTarkaanforsupper（andhedidn'tthinkmuchofit）andShasta，asalehefishermanhadpany，wasgivenahuurofthecottage.Ontheseosheusuallysleptwiththedoslittlethatchedstable.Butitwasmuchtotosleepyet，andShasta，whohadhatitiswrongtolistenbehinddoors，satdownwithhiseartoathewoodenwallofthecottagetohearwhatthegrowalkingabout.Andthisiswhatheheard.
“Andnow，Omyhost，”
saidtheTarkaaobuythatboyofyours.”
“Omymaster，”
repliedthefisherman（andShastakhewheedlihegreedylookthatrobablyingintohisfaceashesaidit），“riceduceyourservant，phheis，tosellintoslaveryhisonlydhisownflesh?Hashepoetssaid，‘Naturalaffeisstrohansoupandmoreprecles?'”
“Itiseveheguestdryly.“Butahaslikewisesaid，“Hetstodeceivethejudiciousisalreadybaringhisownbackforthesce.”
Donotledmouthwithfalsehoods.Thisboyismalynosonofyours，foryourcheekisasdarkasmiheboyisfairaheaccursedbutbeautifulbarbarianswhoieNorth.”
“Hoassaid，”
ahefisherman，“thatStoffwithshieldsbuttheEyeofWisdompiercesthrougheverydefehen，uest，thatbeyextremepovertyIhavenevermarriedandhavenochild.ButinthatsameyearinwhichtheTisroc（mayhelivefanhisaugustareign，onahemoonwasatherfull，itpleasedthegodstodeprivemeofmysleep.ThereforeIarosefrommybedinthishovelahtothebeachtorefreshmyselfwithlookingupohemthecoolair.AlyIheardanoiseastomeacrossthewaterawere，aweakdshortlyafter，thetidebroughttothelandalittleboatinwhichtherewasnothingbutamahextremehuhirstwhoseemedtohavediedbutafewmomentsbefore（forhewasstilltywater-skin，andachild，stillliving.“Doubtless，”
saidI，“theseunfortunateshaveesthewreckofagreatship，butbytheadmirabledesigheelderhasstarvedhimselftokeepthechildaliveandhasperishedinsightofland.”
Agly，rememberinghowthegodsorewardthosewhobefriee，andbeingmovedbypassion（foryourservantisama）—”
&alltheseidlewordsinyourowerruptedtheTarkaan.“Itisenoughtoknowthatyoutookthedhavehadteheworthofhisdailybreadoutofhiminlabour，asanyonesee.Aopriceyouputonhim，forIamweariedwithyourloquacity.”
“Youyourselfhavewiselysaid，”
answeredArsheesh，“thattheboy'slabourhasbeeimablevalue.Thismustbetakenintoafixingtheprice.ForifIselltheboyImustuherbuyorhireaodohiswork.”
“I'llgiveyoufifteesforhim，”
saidtheTarkaan.
“Fifteen!”
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