The Chronicles of Narnia

\"Can it be made to stand up?\" said the Elephant thoughtfully. She took the limp form ofUncle Andrew gently in her trunk and set him up on end: upside down, unfortunately, sothat two half-sovereigns, three halfcrowns, and a sixpence fell out of his pocket. But itwas no use. Uncle Andrew merely collapsed again.\"There!\" said several voices. \"It isn't an animal at all, It's not alive.\"\"I tell you, it is an animal,\" said the Bulldog. \"Smell it for yourself.\"\"Smelling isn't everything,\" said the Elephant.\"Why,\" said the Bulldog, \"if a fellow can't trust his nose, what is he to trust?\"\"Well, his brains perhaps,\" she replied mildly.\"I object to that remark very strongly,\" said the Bulldog.\"Well, we must do something about it,\" said the Elephant. \"Because it may be the Neevil,and it must be shown to Aslan. What do most of us think? Is it an animal or something ofthe tree kind?\"\"Tree! Tree!\" said a dozen voices.\"Very well,\" said the Elephant. \"Then, if it's a tree it wants to be planted. We must dig ahole.\"The two Moles settled that part of the business pretty quickly. There was some dispute asto which way up Uncle Andrew ought to be put into the hole, and he had a very narrowescape from being put in head foremost. Several animals said his legs must be hisbranches and therefore the grey, fluffy thing (they meant his head) must be his root. Butthen others said that the forked end of him was the muddier and that it spread out more,as roots ought to do. So finally he was planted right way up. When they had patted downthe earth it came up above his knees.\"It looks dreadfully withered,\" said the Donkey.\"Of course it wants some watering,\" said the Elephant.\"I think I might say (meaning no offence to anyone present) that, perhaps, for that sort ofwork, my kind of nose -\"\"I object to that remark very strongly,\" said the Bulldog. But the Elephant walked quietlyto the river, filled her trunk with water, and came back to attend to Uncle Andrew. Thesagacious animal went on doing this till gallons of water had been squirted over him, andwater was running out of the skirts of his frock-coat as if he had been for a bath with all

his clothes on. In the end it revived him. He awoke from his faint. What a wake it was!But we must leave him to think over his wicked deed (if he was likely to do anything sosensible) and turn to more important things.Strawberry trotted on with Digory on his back till the noise of the other animals diedaway, and now the little group of Aslan and his chosen councillors was quite close.Digory knew that he couldn't possibly break in on so solemn a meeting, but there was noneed to do so. At a word from Aslan, the He-Elephant, the Ravens, and all the rest ofthem drew aside. Digory slipped off the horse and found himself face to face with Aslan.And Aslan was bigger and more beautiful and more brightly golden and more terriblethan he had thought. He dared not look into the great eyes.\"Please - Mr Lion - Aslan - Sir,\" said Digory, \"could you - may I - please, will you giveme some magic fruit of this country to make Mother well?\"He had been desperately hoping that the Lion would say \"Yes\"; he had been horriblyafraid it might say \"No\". But he was taken aback when it did neither.\"This is the Boy,\" said Aslan, looking, not at Digory, but at his councillors. \"This is theBoy who did it.\"\"Oh dear,\" thought Digory, \"what have I done now?\"\"Son of Adam,\" said the Lion. \"There is an evil Witch abroad in my new land of Narnia.Tell these good Beasts how she came here.\"A dozen different things that he might say flashed through Digory's mind, but he had thesense to say nothing except the exact truth.\"I brought her, Aslan,\" he answered in a low voice.\"For what purpose?\"\"I wanted to get her out of my own world back into her own. I thought I was taking herback to her own place.\"\"How came she to be in your world, Son of Adam?\"\"By - by Magic.\"The Lion said nothing and Digory knew that he had not told enough.\"It was my Uncle, Aslan,\" he said. \"He sent us out of our own world by magic rings, atleast I had to go because he sent Polly first, and then we met the Witch in a place calledCharn and she just held on to us when -\"

\"You met the Witch?\" said Asian in a low voice which had the threat of a growl in it.\"She woke up,\" said Digory wretchedly. And then, turning very white, \"I mean, I wokeher. Because I wanted to know what would happen if I struck a bell. Polly didn't want to.It wasn't her fault. I - I fought her. I know I shouldn't have. I think I was a bit enchantedby the writing under the bell.\"\"Do you?\" asked Asian; still speaking very low and deep. .\"No,\" said Digory. \"I see now I wasn't. I was only pretending.\"There was a long pause. And Digory was thinking all the time, \"I've spoiled everything.There's no chance of getting anything for Mother now.\"When the Lion spoke again, it was not to Digory.\"You see, friends,\" he said, \"that before the new, clean world I gave you is seven hoursold, a force of evil has already entered it; waked and brought hither by this son of Adam.\"The Beasts, even Strawberry, all turned their eyes on Digory till he felt that he wished theground would swallow him up. \"But do not be cast down,\" said Aslan, still speaking tothe Beasts. \"Evil will come of that evil, but it is still a long way off, and I will see to itthat the worst falls upon myself. In the meantime, let us take such order that for manyhundred years yet this shall be a merry land in a merry world. And as Adam's race hasdone the harm, Adam's race shall help to heal it. Draw near, you other two.\"The last words were spoken to Polly and the Cabby who had now arrived. Polly, all eyesand mouth, was staring at Aslan and holding the Cabby's hand rather tightly. The Cabbygave one glance at the Lion, and took off his bowler hat: no one had yet seen him withoutit. When it was off, he looked younger and nicer, and more like a countryman and lesslike a London cabman.\"Son,\" said Aslan to the Cabby. \"I have known you long. Do you know me?\"\"Well, no, sir,\" said the Cabby. \"Leastways, not in an ordinary manner of speaking. Yet Ifeel somehow, if I may make so free, as 'ow we've met before.\"\"It is well,\" said the Lion. \"You know better than you think you know, and you shall liveto know me better yet. How does this land please you?\"\"It's a fair treat, sir,\" said the Cabby.\"Would you like to live here always?\"\"Well you see sir, I'm a married man,\" said the Cabby. \"If my wife was here neither of uswould ever want to go back to London, I reckon. We're both country folks really.\"

Aslan threw up his shaggy head, opened his mouth, and uttered a long, single note; notvery loud, but full of power. Polly's heart jumped in her body when she heard it. She feltsure that it was a call, and that anyone who heard that call would want to obey it and(what's more) would be able to obey it, however many worlds and ages lay between. Andso, though she was filled with wonder, she was not really astonished or shocked when allof a sudden a young woman, with a kind, honest face stepped out of nowhere and stoodbeside her. Polly knew at once that it was the Cabby's wife, fetched out of our world notby any tiresome magic rings, but quickly, simply and sweetly as a bird flies to its nest.The young woman had apparently been in the middle of a washing day, for she wore anapron, her sleeves were rolled up to the elbow, and there were soapsuds on her hands. Ifshe had had time to put on her good clothes (her best hat had imitation cherries on it) shewould have looked dreadful; as it was, she looked rather nice.Of course she thought she was dreaming. That was why she didn't rush across to herhusband and ask him what on earth had happened to them both. But when she looked atthe Lion she didn't feel quite so sure it was a dream, yet for some reason she did notappear to be very frightened. Then she dropped a little half curtsey, as some country girlsstill knew how to do in those days. After that, she went and put her hand in the Cabby'sand stood there looking round her a little shyly.\"My children,\" said Aslan, fixing his eyes on both of them, \"you are to be the first Kingand Queen of Narnia.\"The Cabby opened his mouth in astonishment, and his wife turned very red.\"You shall rule and name all these creatures, and do justice among them, and protectthem from their enemies when enemies arise. And enemies will arise, for there is an evilWitch in this world.\"The Cabby swallowed hard two or three times and cleared his throat.\"Begging your pardon, sir,\" he said, \"and thanking you very much I'm sure (which myMissus does the same) but I ain't no sort of a chap for a job like that. I never 'ad mucheddycation, you see.\"\"Well,\" said Aslan,\"can you use a spade and a plough and raise food out of the earth?\"\"Yes, sir, I could do a bit of that sort of work: being brought up to it, like.\"\"Can you rule these creatures kindly and fairly, remembering that they are not slaves likethe dumb beasts of the world you were born in, but Talking Beasts and free subjects?\"\"I see that, sir,\" replied the Cabby. \"I'd try to do the square thing by them all.\"\"And would you bring up your children and grandchildren to do the same?\"

\"It'd be up to me to try, sir. I'd do my best: wouldn't we, Nellie?\"\"And you wouldn't have favourites either among your own children or among the othercreatures or let any hold another under or use it hardly?\"\"I never could abide such goings on, sir, and that's the truth. I'd give 'em what for if Icaught 'em at it,\" said the Cabby. (All through this conversation his voice was growingslower and richer. More like the country voice he must have had as a boy and less like thesharp, quick voice of a cockney.)\"And if enemies came against the land (for enemies will arise) and there was war, wouldyou be the first in the charge and the last in the retreat?\"\"Well, sir,\" said the Cabby very slowly, \"a chap don't exactly know till he's been tried. Idare say I might turn out ever such a soft 'un. Never did no fighting except with my fists.I'd try -that is, I 'ope I'd try - to do my bit.\"\"Then,\" said Aslan,, \"You will have done all that a King should do. Your coronation willbe held presently. And you and your children and grandchildren shall be blessed, andsome will be Kings of Narnia, and others will be Kings of Archenland which lies yonderover the Southern Mountains. And you, little Daughter (here he turned to Polly) arewelcome. Have you forgiven the Boy for the violence he did you in the Hall of Images inthe desolate palace of accursed Charn?\"\"Yes, Aslan, we've made it up,\" said Polly.\"That is well,\" said Aslan. \"And now for the Boy himself.\"CHAPTER TWELVESTRAWBERRY'S ADVENTUREDIGORY kept his mouth very tight shut. He had been growing more and moreuncomfortable. He hoped that, whatever happened, he wouldn't blub or do anythingridiculous.\"Son of Adam,\" said Aslan. \"Are you ready to undo the wrong that you have done to mysweet country of Narnia on the very day of its birth?\"\"Well, I don't see what I can do,\" said Digory. \"You see, the Queen ran away and -\"\"I asked, are you ready?\" said the Lion.

\"Yes,\" said Digory. He had had for a second some wild idea of saying \"I'll try to help youif you'll promise to help my Mother,\" but he realized in time that the Lion was not at allthe sort of person one could try to make bargains with. But when he had said \"Yes,\" hethought of his Mother, and he thought of the great hopes he had had, and how they wereall dying away, and a lump came in his throat and tears in his eyes, and he blurted out:\"But please, please - won't you - can't you give me something that will cure Mother?\" Uptill then he had been looking at the Lion's great feet and the huge claws on them; now, inhis despair, he looked up at its face. What he saw surprised him as much as anything inhis whole life. For the tawny face was bent down near his own and (wonder of wonders)great shining tears stood in the Lion's eyes. They were such big, bright tears comparedwith Digory's own that for a moment he felt as if the Lion must really be sorrier about hisMother than he was himself.\"My son, my son,\" said Aslan. \"I know. Grief is great. Only you and I in this land knowthat yet. Let us be good to one another. But I have to think of hundreds of years in the lifeof Narnia. The Witch whom you have brought into this world will come back to Narniaagain. But it need not be yet. It is my wish to plant in Narnia a tree that she will not dareto approach, and that tree will protect Narnia from her for many years. So this land shallhave a long, bright morning before any clouds come over the sun. You must get me theseed from which that tree is to grow.\"\"Yes, sir,\" said Digory. He didn't know how it was to be done but he felt quite sure nowthat he would be able to do it. The Lion drew a deep breath, stooped its head even lowerand gave him a Lion's kiss. And at once Digory felt that new strength and courage hadgone into him.\"Dear son,\" said Aslan, \"I will tell you what you must do. Turn and look to the West andtell me what do you see?\"\"I see terribly big mountains, Aslan,\" said Digory, \"I see this river coming down cliffs ina waterfall. And beyond the cliff there are high green hills with forests. And beyond thosethere are higher ranges that look almost black. And then, far away, there are big snowymountains all heaped up together - like pictures of the Alps. And behind those there'snothing but the sky.\"\"You see well,\" said the Lion. \"Now the land of Narnia ends where the waterfall comesdown, and once you have reached the top of the cliffs you will be out of Narnia and intothe Western Wild. You must journey through those mountains till you find a green valleywith a blue lake in it, walled round by mountains of ice. At the end of the lake there is asteep, green hill. On the top of that hill there is a garden. In the centre of that garden is atree. Pluck an apple from that tree and bring it back to me.\"\"Yes, sir,\" said Digory again. He hadn't the least idea of how he was to climb the cliff andfind his way among all the mountains, but he didn't like to say that for fear it would

sound like making excuses. But he did say, \"I hope, Aslan, you're not in a hurry. I shan'tbe able to get there and back very quickly.\"\"Little son of Adam, you shall have help,\" said Aslan. He then turned to the Horse whohad been standing quietly beside them all this time, swishing his tail to keep the flies off,and listening with his head on one side as if the conversation were a little difficult tounderstand.\"My dear,\" said Aslan to the Horse, \"would you like to be a winged horse?\"You should have seen how the Horse shook its mane and how its nostrils widened, andthe little tap it gave the ground with one back hoof. Clearly it would very much like to bea 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 avery clever horse.\"\"Be winged. Be the father of all flying horses,\" roared Aslan in a voice that shook theground. \"Your name is Fledge.\"The horse shied, just as it might have shied in the old, miserable days when it pulled ahansom. Then it roared. It strained its neck back as if there were a fly biting its shouldersand it wanted to scratch them. And then, just as the beasts had burst out of the earth, thereburst 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 shonechestnut colour and copper colour. He gave a great sweep with them and leaped into theair.Twenty feet above Aslan and Digory he snorted, neighed, and curvetted. Then, aftercircling once round them, he dropped to the earth, all four hoofs together, lookingawkward and surprised, but extremely pleased.\"Is it good, Fledge?\" said Aslan.\"It is very good, Aslan,\" said Fledge.\"Will you carry this little son of Adam on your back to the mountainvalley I spoke of?\"\"What? Now? At once?\" said Strawberry - or Fledge, as we must now call him - \"Hurrah!Come, little one, I've had things like you on my back before.Long, long ago. When there were green fields; and sugar.\"\"What are the two daughters of Eve whispering about?\" said Aslan, turning verysuddenly on Polly and the Cabby's wife, who had in fact been making friends.

\"If you please, sir,\" said Queen Helen (for that is what Nellie the cabman's wife nowwas), \"I think the little girl would love to go too, if it weren't no trouble.\"\"What does Fledge say about that?\" asked the Lion.\"Oh, I don't mind two, not when they're little ones,\" said Fledge. \"But I hope the Elephantdoesn't want to come as well.\"The Elephant had no such wish, and the new King of Narnia helped both the children up:that is, he gave Digory a rough heave and set Polly as gently and daintily on the horse'sback as if she were made of china and might break. \"There they are, Strawberry - Fledge,I should say. This is a rum go.\"\"Do not fly too high,\" said Aslan. \"Do not try to go over the tops of the great ice-mountains. Look out for the valleys, the green places, and fly through them. There willalways be a way through. And now, begone with my blessing.\"\"Oh Fledge!\" said Digory, leaning forward to pat the Horse's glossy neck. \"This is fun.Hold on to me tight, Polly.\"Next moment the country dropped away beneath them, and whirled round as Fledge, likea huge pigeon, circled once or twice before setting off on his long westward flight.Looking down, Polly could hardly see the King and the Queen, and even Aslan himselfwas only a bright yellow spot on the green grass. Soon the wind was in their faces andFledges wings settled down to a steady beat.All Narnia, many-coloured with lawns and rocks and heather and different sorts of trees,lay spread out below them, the river winding through it like a ribbon of quicksilver. Theycould already see over the tops of the low hills which lay northward on their right;beyond those hills a great moorland sloped gently up and up to the horizon. On their leftthe mountains were much higher, but every now and then there was a gap when youcould see, between steep pine woods, a glimpse of the southern lands that lay beyondthem, looking blue and far away.\"That'll be where Archenland is,\" said Polly.\"Yes, but look ahead!\" said Digory.For now a great barrier of cliffs rose before them and they were almost dazzled by thesunlight dancing on the great waterfall by which the river roars and sparkles down intoNarnia itself from the high western lands in which it rises. They were flying so highalready that the thunder of those falls could only just be heard as a small, thin sound, butthey were not yet high enough to fly over the top of the cliffs.\"We'll have to do a bit of zig-zagging here,\" said Fledge. \"Hold on tight.\"

He began flying to and fro, getting higher at each turn. The air grew colder, and theyheard the call of eagles far below them.\"I say, look back! Look behind,\" said Polly.There they could see the whole valley of Narnia stretched out to where, just before theeastern horizon, there was a gleam of the sea. And now they were so high that they couldsee tiny-looking jagged mountains appearing beyond the northwest moors, and plains ofwhat looked like sand far in the south.\"I wish we had someone to tell us what all those places are,\" said Digory.\"I don't suppose they're anywhere yet,\" said Polly. \"I mean, there's no one there, andnothing happening. The world only began today.\"\"No, but people will get there,\" said Digory. \"And then they'll have histories, you know.\"\"Well, it's a jolly good thing they haven't now,\" said Polly. \"Because nobody can be madeto learn it. Battles and dates and all that rot.\"Now they were over the top of the cliffs and in a few minutes the valley land of Narniahad sunk out of sight behind them. They were flying over a wild country of steep hillsand dark forests, still following the course of the river. The really big mountains loomedahead. But the sun was now in the travellers' eyes and they couldn't see things veryclearly in that direction. For the sun sank lower and lower till the western sky was all likeone great furnace full of melted gold; and it set at last behind a jagged peak which stoodup against the brightness as sharp and flat as if it were cut out of cardboard.\"It's none too warm up here,\" said Polly.\"And my wings are beginning to ache,\" said Fledge. There's no sign of the valley with aLake in it, like what Aslan said. What about coming down and looking out for a decentspot to spend the night in? We shan't reach that place tonight.\"\"Yes, and surely it's about time for supper?\" said Digory.So Fledge came lower and lower. As they came down nearer to the earth and among thehills, the air grew warmer and after travelling so many hours with nothing to listen to butthe beat of Fledge's wings, it was nice to hear the homely and earthy noises again - thechatter of the river on its stony bed and the creaking of trees in the light wind. A warm,good smell of sun-baked earth and grass and flowers came up to them. At last Fledgealighted. Digory rolled off and helped Polly to dismount. Both were glad to stretch theirstiff legs.The valley in which they had come down was in the heart of the mountains; snowyheights, one of them looking rosered in the reflections of the sunset, towered above them.

\"I am hungry,\" said Digory.\"Well, tuck in,\" said Fledge, taking a big mouthful of grass. Then he raised his head, stillchewing and with bits of grass sticking out on each side of his mouth like whiskers, andsaid, \"Come on, you two. Don't be shy. There's plenty for us all.\"\"But we can't eat grass,\" said Digory.\"H'm, h'm,\" said Fledge, speaking with his mouth full. \"Well - h'm - don't know quitewhat you'll do then. Very good grass too.\"Polly and Digory stared at one another in dismay.\"Well, I do think someone might have arranged about our meals,\" said Digory.\"I'm sure Aslan would have, if you'd asked him,\" said Fledge.\"Wouldn't he know without being asked?\" said Polly.\"I've no doubt he would,\" said the Horse (still with his mouth full). \"But I've a sort ofidea he likes to be asked.\"\"But what on earth are we to do?\" asked Digory.\"I'm sure I don't know,\" said Fledge. \"Unless you try the grass. You might like it betterthan you think.\"\"Oh, don't be silly,\" said Polly, stamping her foot. \"Of course humans can't eat grass, anymore than you could eat a mutton chop.\"\"For goodness' sake don't talk about chops and things,\" said Digory. \"It only makes itworse.\"Digory said that Polly had better take herself home by ring and get something to eatthere; he couldn't himself because he had promised to go straight on his message forAslan, and, if once he showed up again at home, anything might happen to prevent hisgetting back. But Polly said she wouldn't leave him, and Digory said it was jolly decentof her.\"I say,\" said Polly, \"I've still got the remains of that bag of toffee in my jacket. It'll bebetter than nothing.\"\"A lot better,\" said Digory, \"But be careful to get your hand into your pocket withouttouching your ring.\"

This was a difficult and delicate job but they managed it in the end. The little paper bagwas very squashy and sticky when they finally got it out, so that it was more a question oftearing the bag off the toffees than of getting the toffees out of the bag. Some grown-ups(you know how fussy they can be about that sort of thing) would rather have gonewithout supper altogether than eaten those toffees. There were nine of them all told. Itwas Digory who had the bright idea of eating four each and planting the ninth; for, as hesaid, \"if the bar off the lamp-post turned into a little light-tree, why shouldn't this turninto a toffee-tree?\" So they dibbled a small hole in the turf and buried the piece of toffee.Then they ate the other pieces, making them last as long as they could. It was a poormeal, even with all the paper they couldn't help eating as well.When Fledge had quite finished his own excellent supper he lay down. The childrencame and sat one on each side of him leaning against his warm body, and when he hadspread a wing over each they were really quite snug. As the bright young stars of thatnew world came out they talked over everything: how Digory had hoped to get somethingfor his Mother and how, instead of that, he had been sent on this message. And theyrepeated to one another all the signs by which they would know the places they werelooking for - the blue lake and the hill with a garden on top of it. The talk was justbeginning to slow down as they got sleepy, when suddenly Polly sat up wide awake andsaid \"Hush!\"Everyone listened as hard as they could.\"Perhaps it was only the wind in the trees,\" said Digory presently.\"I'm not so sure,\" said Fledge. \"Anyway - wait! There it goes again. By Aslan, it issomething.\"The horse scrambled to its feet with a great noise and a great upheaval; the children werealready on theirs. Fledge trotted to and fro, sniffing and whinnying. The children tip-toedthis way and that, looking behind every bush and tree. They kept on thinking they sawthings, and there was one time when Polly was perfectly certain she had seen-a tall, darkfigure gliding quickly away in a westerly direction. But they caught nothing and in theend Fledge lay down again and the children re-snuggled (if that is the right word) underhis wings. They went to sleep at once. Fledge stayed awake much longer moving his earsto and fro in the darkness and sometimes giving a little shiver with his skin as if a fly hadlighted on him: but in the end he too slept.CHAPTER THIRTEENAN UNEXPECTED MEETING\"WAKE up, Digory, wake up, Fledge,\" came the voice of Polly. \"It has turned into atoffee tree. And it's the loveliest morning.\"

The low early sunshine was streaming through the wood and the grass was grey with dewand the cobwebs were like silver. Just beside them was a little, very darkwooded tree,about the size of an apple tree. The leaves were whitish and rather papery, like the herbcalled honesty, and it was loaded with little brown fruits that looked rather like dates.\"Hurrah!\" said Digory. \"But I'm going to have a dip first.\" He rushed through a floweringthicket or two down to the river's edge. Have you ever bathed in a mountain river that isrunning in shallow cataracts over red and blue and yellow stones with the sun on it? It isas good as the sea: in some ways almost better. Of course, he had to dress again withoutdrying but it was well worth it. When he came back, Polly went down and had her bathe;at least she said that was what she'd been doing, but we know she was not much of aswimmer and perhaps it is best not to ask too many questions. Fledge visited the river toobut he only stood in midstream, stooping down for a long drink of water and then shakinghis mane and neighing several times.Polly and Digory got to work on the toffee-tree. The fruit was delicious; not exactly liketoffee - softer for one thing, and juicy - but like fruit which reminded one of toffee.Fledge also made an excellent breakfast; he tried one of the toffee fruits and liked it butsaid he felt more like grass at that hour in the morning. Then with some difficulty thechildren got on his back and the second journey began.It was even better than yesterday, partly because every one was feeling so fresh, andpartly because the newly risen sun was at their backs and, of course, everything looksnicer when the light is behind you. It was a wonderful ride. The big snowy mountainsrose above them in every direction. The valleys, far beneath them, were so green, and allthe streams which tumbled down from the glaciers into the main river were so blue, thatit was like flying over gigantic pieces of jewellery. They would have liked this part of theadventure to go on longer than it did. But quite soon they were all sniffing the air andsaying \"What is it?\" and \"Did you smell something?\" and \"Where's it coming from?\" Fora heavenly smell, warm and golden, as if from all the most delicious fruits and flowers ofthe world, was coming up to them from somewhere ahead.\"It's coming from that valley with the lake in it,\" said Fledge.\"So it is,\" said Digory. \"And look! There's a green hill at the far end of the lake. And lookhow blue the water is.\"\"It must be the Place,\" said all three.Fledge came lower and lower in wide circles. The icy peaks rose up higher and higherabove. The air came up warmer and sweeter every moment, so sweet that it almostbrought the tears to your eyes. Fledge was now gliding with his wings spread outmotionless on each side, and his hoofs pawing for the ground. The steep green hill wasrushing towards them. A moment later he alighted on its slope, a little awkwardly. The

children rolled off, fell without hurting themselves on the warm, fine grass, and stood uppanting a little.They were three-quarters of the way up the hill, and set out at once to climb to the top. (Idon't think Fledge could have managed this without his wings to balance him and to givehim the help of aflutter now and then.) All round the very top of the hill ran a high wallof green turf. Inside the wall trees were growing. Their branches hung out over the wall;their leaves showed not only green but also blue and silver when the wind stirred them.When the travellers reached the top they walked nearly all the way round it outside thegreen wall before they found the gates: high gates of gold, fast shut, facing due east.Up till now I think Fledge and Polly had had the idea that they would go in with Digory.But they thought so no longer. You never saw a place which was so obviously private.You could see at a glance that it belonged to someone else. Only a fool would dream ofgoing in unless he had been sent there on very special business. Digory himselfunderstood at once that the others wouldn't and couldn't come in with him. He wentforward to the gates alone.When he had come close up to them he saw words written on the gold with silver letters;something like this:Come in by the gold gates or not at all, Take of my fruit for others or forbear, For thosewho steal or those who climb my wall Shall find their heart's desire and find despair.\"Take of my fruit for others,\" said Digory to himself. \"Well, that's what I'm going to do.It means I mustn't eat any myself, I suppose. I don't know what all that jaw in the last lineis about. Come in by the gold gates. Well who'd want to climb a wall if he could get in bya gates.` But how do the gates open?\" He laid his hand on them: and instantly they swungapart, opening inwards, turning on their hinges without the least noise.Now that he could see into the place it looked more private than ever. He went in verysolemnly, looking about him. Everything was very quiet inside. Even the fountain whichrose near the middle of the garden made only the faintest sound. The lovely smell was allround him: it was a happy place but very serious.He knew which was the right tree at once, partly because it stood in the very centre andpartly because the great silver apples with which it was loaded shone so and cast a lightof their own down on the shadowy places where the sunlight did not reach. He walkedstraight across to it, picked an apple, and put it in the breast pocket of his Norfolk jacket.But he couldn't help looking at it and smelling it before he put it away.It would have been better if he had not. A terrible thirst and hunger came over him and alonging to taste that fruit. He put it hastily into his pocket; but there were plenty of others.Could it be wrong to taste one? After all, he thought, the notice on the gate might nothave been exactly an order; it might have been only a piece of advice - and who caresabout advice? Or even if it were an order, would he be disobeying it by eating an apple?

He had already obeyed the part about taking one \"for others\".While he was thinking of all this he happened to look up through the branches towardsthe top of the tree. There, on a branch above his head, a wonderful bird was roosting. Isay \"roosting\" because it seemed almost asleep; perhaps not quite. The tiniest slit of oneeye was open. It was larger than an eagle, its breast saffron, its head crested with scarlet,and its tail purple.\"And it just shows,\" said Digory afterwards when he was telling the story to the others,\"that you can't be too careful in these magical places. You never know what may bewatching you.\" But I think Digory would not have taken an apple for himself in any case.Things like Do Not Steal were, I think, hammered into boys' heads a good deal harder inthose days than they are now. Still, we can never be certain.Digory was just turning to go back to the gates when he stopped to have one last lookaround. He got a terrible shock. He was not alone. There, only a few yards away fromhim, stood the Witch. She was just throwing away the core of an apple which she hadeaten. The juice was darker than you would expect and had made a horrid stain round hermouth. Digory guessed at once that she must have climbed in over the wall. And hebegan to see that there might be some sense in that last line about getting your heart'sdesire and getting despair along with it. For the Witch looked stronger and prouder thanever, and even, in a way, triumphant; but her face was deadly white, white as salt.All this flashed through Digory's mind in a second; then he took to his heels and ran forthe gates as hard as he could pelt; the Witch after him. As soon as he was out, the gatesclosed behind him of their own accord. That gave him the lead but not for long. By thetime he had reached the others and was shouting out \"Quick, get on, Polly! Get up,Fledge\", the Witch had climbed the wall, or vaulted over it, and was close behind himagain.\"Stay where you are,\" cried Digory, turning round to face her, \"or we'll all vanish. Don'tcome an inch nearer.\"\"Foolish boy,\" said the Witch. \"Why do you run from me? I mean you no harm. If you donot stop and listen to me now, you will miss some knowledge that would have made youhappy all your life.\"\"Well I don't want to hear it, thanks,\" said Digory. But he did.\"I know what errand you have come on,\" continued the Witch. \"For it was I who wasclose beside you in the woods last night and heard all your counsels. You have pluckedfruit in the garden yonder. You have it in your pocket now. And you are going to carry itback, untasted, to the Lion; for him to eat, for him to use. You simpleton! Do you knowwhat that fruit is? I will tell you. It is the apple of youth, the apple of life. I know, for Ihave tasted it; and I feel already such changes in myself that I know I shall never grow

old or die. Eat it, Boy, eat it; and you and I will both live forever and be king and queenof this whole world - or of your world, if we decide to go back there.\"\"No thanks,\" said Digory, \"I don't know that I care much about living on and on aftereveryone I know is dead. I'd rather live an ordinary time and die and go to Heaven.\"\"But what about this Mother of yours whom you pretend to love so?\"\"What's she got to do with it?\" said Digory.\"Do you not see, Fool, that one bite of that apple would heal her? You have it in yourpocket. We are here by ourselves and the Lion is far away. Use your Magic and go backto your own world. A minute later you can be at your Mother's bedside, giving her thefruit. Five minutes later you will see the colour coming back to her face. She will tell youthe pain is gone. Soon she will tell you she feels stronger. Then she will fall asleep - thinkof that; hours of sweet natural sleep, without pain, without drugs. Next day everyone willbe saying how wonderfully she has recovered. Soon she will be quite well again. All willbe well again. Your home will be happy again. You will be like other boys.\"\"Oh!\" gasped Digory as if he had been hurt, and put his hand to his head. For he nowknew that the most terrible choice lay before him.\"What has the Lion ever done for you that you should be his slave?\" said the Witch.\"What can he do to you once you are back in your own world? And what would yourMother think if she knew that you could have taken her pain away and given her back herlife and saved your Father's heart from being broken, and that you wouldn't - that you'drather run messages for a wild animal in a strange world that is no business of yours?\"\"I - I don't think he is a wild animal,\" said Digory in a dried-up sort of voice. \"He is - Idon't know -\"\"Then he is something worse,\" said the Witch. \"Look what he has done to you already;look how heartless he has made you. That is what he does to everyone who listens to him.Cruel, pitiless boy! you would let your own Mother die rather than -\"\"Oh shut up,\" said the miserable Digory, still in the same voice. \"Do you think I don'tsee? But I - I promised.\"\"Ah, but you didn't know what you were promising. And no one here can prevent you.\"\"Mother herself,\" said Digory, getting the words out with difficulty, \"wouldn't like it -awfully strict about keeping promises - and not stealing - and all that sort of thing. She'dtell me not to do it - quick as anything - if she was here.\"\"But she need never know,\" said the Witch, speaking more sweetly than you would havethought anyone with so fierce a face could speak. \"You wouldn't tell her how you'd got

the apple. Your Father need never know. No one in your world need know anythingabout this whole story. You needn't take the little girl back with you, you know.\"That was where the Witch made her fatal mistake. Of course Digory knew that Pollycould get away by her own ring as easily as he could get away by his. But apparently theWitch didn't know this. And the meanness of the suggestion that he should leave Pollybehind suddenly made all the other things the Witch had been saying to him sound falseand hollow. And even in the midst of all his misery, his head suddenly cleared, and hesaid (in a different and much louder' voice):\"Look here; where do you come into all this? Why are you so precious fond of myMother all of a sudden? What's it got to do with you? What's your game?\"\"Good for you, Digs,\" whispered Polly in his ear. \"Quick! Get away now.\" She hadn'tdared to say anything all through the argument because, you see, it wasn't her Motherwho was dying.\"Up then,\" said Digory, heaving her on to Fledge's back and then scrambling up asquickly as he could. The horse spread its wings.\"Go then, Fools,\" called the Witch. \"Think of me, Boy, when you lie old and weak anddying, and remember how you threw away the chance of endless youth! It won't beoffered you again.\"They were already so high that they could only just hear her. Nor did the Witch waste anytime gazing up at them; they saw her set off northward down the slope of the hill.They had started early that morning and what happened in the garden had not taken verylong, so that Fledge and Polly both said they would easily get back to Narnia beforenightfall. Digory never spoke on the way back, and the others were shy of speaking tohim. He was very sad and he wasn't even sure all the time that he had done the rightthing; but whenever he remembered the shining tears in Aslan's eyes he became sure.All day Fledge flew steadily with untiring wings; eastward with the river to guide him,through the mountains and over the wild wooded hills, and then over the great waterfalland down, and down, to where the woods of Narnia were darkened by the shadow of themighty cliff, till at last, when the sky was growing red with sunset behind them, he saw aplace where many creatures were gathered together by the riverside. And soon he couldsee Aslan himself in the midst of them. Fledge glided down, spread out his four legs,closed his wings, and landed cantering. Then he pulled up. The children dismounted.Digory saw all the animals, dwarfs, satyrs, nymphs, and other things drawing back to theleft and right to make way for him. He walked up to Aslan, handed him the apple andsaid:\"I've brought you the apple you wanted, sir.\"

CHAPTER FOURTEENTHE PLANTING OF THE TREE\"WELL done,\" said Aslan in a voice that made the earth shake. Then Digory knew thatall the Narnians had heard those words and that the story of them would be handed downfrom father to son in that new world for hundreds of years and perhaps forever. But hewas in no danger of feeling conceited for he didn't think about it at all now that he wasface to face with Aslan. This time he found he could look straight into the Lion's eyes. Hehad forgotten his troubles and felt absolutely content.\"Well done, son of Adam,\" said the Lion again. \"For this fruit you have hungered andthirsted and wept. No hand but yours shall sow the seed of the Tree that is to be theprotection of Narnia. Throw the apple towards the river bank where the ground is soft.\"Digory did as he was told. Everyone had grown so quiet that you could hear the softthump where it fell into the mud.\"It is well thrown,\" said Aslan. \"Let us now proceed to the Coronation of King Frank ofNarnia and Helen his Queen.\"The children now noticed these two for the first time. They were dressed in strange andbeautiful clothes, and from their shoulders rich robes flowed out behind them to wherefour dwarfs held up the King's train and four rivernymphs the Queen's. Their heads werebare; but Helen had let her hair down and it made a great improvement in her appearance.But it was neither hair nor clothes that made them look so different from their old selves.Their faces had a new expression, especially the King's. All the sharpness and cunningand quarrelsomeness which he had picked up as a London cabby seemed to have beenwashed away, and the courage and kindness which he had always had were easier to see.Perhaps it was the air of the young world that had done it, or talking with Aslan, or both.\"Upon my word,\" whispered Fledge to Polly. \"My old master's been changed nearly asmuch as I have! Why, he's a real master now.\"\"Yes, but don't buzz in my ear like that,\" said Polly. \"It tickles so.\"\"Now,\" said Aslan, \"some of you undo that tangle you have made with those trees and letus see what we shall find there.\"Digory now saw that where four trees grew close together their branches had all beenlaced together or tied together with switches so as to make a sort of cage. The twoElephants with their trunks and a few dwarfs with their little axes soon got it all undone.There were three things inside. One was a young tree that seemed to be made of gold; the

second was a young tree that seemed to be made of silver; but the third was a miserableobject in muddy clothes, sitting hunched up between them.\"Gosh!\" whispered Digory. \"Uncle Andrew!\"To explain all this we must go back a bit. The Beasts, you remember, had tried plantingand watering him. When the watering brought him to his senses, he found himselfsoaking wet, buried up to his thighs in earth (which was quickly turning into mud) andsurrounded by more wild animals than he had ever dreamed of in his life before. It isperhaps not surprising that he began to scream and howl. This was in a way a good thing,for it at last persuaded everyone (even the Warthog) that he was alive. So they dug himup again (his trousers were in a really shocking state by now). As soon as his legs werefree he tried to bolt, but one swift curl of the Elephant's trunk round his waist soon put anend to that. Everyone now thought he must be safely kept somewhere till Aslan had timeto come and see him and say what should be done about him. So they made a sort of cageor coop all round him. They then offered him everything they could; think of to eat.The Donkey collected great piles of thistles and threw them in, but Uncle Andrew didn'tseem to care about them. The Squirrels bombarded him with volleys of nuts but he onlycovered his head with his hands and tried to keep out of the way. Several birds flew toand fro deligently dropping worms on him. The Bear was especially kind. During theafternoon he found a wild bees' nest and instead of eating it himself (which he wouldvery much like to have done) this worthy creature brought it back to Uncle Andrew. Butthis was in fact the worst failure of all. The Bear lobbed the whole sticky mass over thetop of the enclosure and unfortunately it hit Uncle Andrew slap in the face (not all thebees were dead). The Bear, who would not at all have minded being hit in the face by ahoneycomb himself, could not understand why Uncle Andrew staggered back, slipped,and sat down. And it was sheer bad luck that he sat down on the pile of thistles. \"Andanyway,\" as the Warthog said, \"quite a lot of honey has got into the creature's mouth andthat's bound to have done it some good.\" They were really getting quite fond of theirstrange pet and hoped that Aslan would allow them to keep it. The cleverer ones werequite sure by now that at least some of the noises which came out of his mouth had ameaning. They christened him Brandy because he made that noise so often.In the end, however, they had to leave him there for the night. Aslan was busy all that dayinstructing the new King and Queen and doing other important things, and could notattend to \"poor old Brandy\". What with the nuts, pears, apples, and bananas that had beenthrown in to him, he did fairly well for supper; but it wouldn't be true to say that hepassed an agreeable night.\"Bring out that creature,\" said Aslan. One of the Elephants lifted Uncle Andrew in itstrunk and laid him at the Lion's feet. He was too frightened to move.\"Please, Aslan,\" said Polly, \"could you say something to - to unfrighten him? And thencould you say something to prevent him from ever coming back here again?\"

\"Do you think he wants to?\" said Aslan.\"Well, Aslan,\" said Polly, \"he might send someone else. He's so excited about the bar offthe lamp-post growing into a lamp-post tree and he thinks -\"\"He thinks great folly, child,\" said Aslan. \"This world is bursting with life for these fewdays because the song with which I called it into life still hangs in the air and rumbles inthe ground. It will not be so for long. But I cannot tell that to this old sinner, and I cannotcomfort him either; he has made himself unable to hear my voice. If I spoke to him, hewould hear only growlings and roarings. Oh Adam's sons, how cleverly you defendyourselves against all that might do you good! But I will give him the only gift he is stillable to receive.\"He bowed his great head rather sadly, and breathed into the Magician's terrified face.\"Sleep,\" he said. \"Sleep and be separated for some few hours from all the torments youhave devised for yourself.\" Uncle Andrew immediately rolled over with closed eyes andbegan breathing peacefully.\"Carry him aside and lay him down,\" said Aslan. \"Now, dwarfs! Show your smith-craft.Let me see you make two crowns for your King and Queen.\"More Dwarfs than you could dream of rushed forward to the Golden Tree. They had allits leaves stripped off, and some of its branches torn off too, before you could say JackRobinson. And now the children could see that it did not merely look golden but was ofreal, soft gold. It had of course sprung up from the half-sovereigns which had fallen outof Uncle Andrew's pocket when he was turned upside down; just as the silver had grownup from the half-crowns. From nowhere, as it seemed, piles of dry brushwood for fuel, alittle anvil, hammers, tongs, and bellows were produced. Next moment (how those dwarfsloved their work!) the fire was blazing, the bellows were roaring, the gold was melting,the hammers were clinking. Two Moles, whom Aslan had set to dig (which was whatthey liked best) earlier in the day, poured out a pile of precious stones at the dwarfs' feet.Under the clever fingers of the little smiths two crowns took shape - not ugly, heavythings like modern European crowns, but light, delicate, beautifully shaped circles thatyou could really wear and look nicer by wearing. The King's was set with rubies and theQueen's with emeralds.When the crowns had been cooled in the river Aslan made Frank and Helen kneel beforehim and he placed the crowns on their heads. Then he said, \"Rise up King and Queen ofNarnia, father and mother of many kings that shall be in Narnia and the Isles andArchenland. Be just and merciful and brave. The blessing is upon you.\"Then everyone cheered or bayed or neighed or trumpeted or clapped its wings and theroyal pair stood looking solemn and a little shy, but all the nobler for their shyness. Andwhile Digory was still cheering he heard the deep voice of Aslan beside him, saying:\"Look!\"

Everyone in that crowd turned its head, and then everyone drew a long breath of wonderand delight. A little way off, towering over their heads, they saw a tree which hadcertainly not been there before. It must have grown up silently, yet swiftly as a flag riseswhen you pull it up on a flagstaff, while they were all busied about the coronation. Itsspreading branches seemed to cast a light rather than a shade, and silver apples peepedout like stars from under every leaf. But it was the smell which came from it, even morethan the sight, that had made everyone draw in their breath. For a moment one couldhardly think about anything else.\"Son of Adam,\" said Aslan, \"you have sown well. And you, Narnians, let it be your firstcare to guard this Tree, for it is your Shield. The Witch of whom I told you has fled faraway into the North of the world; she will live on there, growing stronger in dark Magic.But while that Tree flourishes she will never come down into Narnia. She dare not comewithin a hundred miles of the Tree, for its smell, which is joy and life and health to you,is death and horror and despair to her.\"Everyone was staring solemnly at the Tree when Aslan suddenly swung round his head(scattering golden gleams of light from his mane as he did so) and fixed his large eyes onthe children. \"What is it, children?\" he said, for he caught them in the very act ofwhispering and nudging one another.\"Oh - Aslan, sir,\" said Digory, turning red, \"I forgot to tell you. The Witch has alreadyeaten one of those apples, one of the same kind that Tree grew from.\" He hadn't reallysaid all he was thinking, but Polly at once said it for him (Digory was always much moreafraid than she of looking a fool.)\"So we thought, Aslan,\" she said, \"that there must be some mistake, and she can't reallymind the smell of those apples.\"\"Why do you think that, Daughter of Eve?\" asked the Lion. '\"Well, she ate one.\"\"Child,\" he replied, \"that is why all the rest are now a horror to her. That is what happensto those who pluck and eat fruits at the wrong time and in the wrong way. The fruit isgood, but they loathe it ever after.\"\"Oh I see,\" said Polly. \"And I suppose because she took it in the wrong way it won't workfor her. I mean it won't make her always young and all that?\"\"Alas,\" said Aslan, shaking his head. \"It will. Things always work according to theirnature. She has won her heart's desire; she has unwearying strength and endless days likea goddess. But length of days with an evil heart is only length of misery and already shebegins to know it. All get what they want; they do not always like it.\"

\"I - I nearly ate one myself, Aslan,\" said Digory. \"Would I -\"\"You would, child,\" said Aslan. \"For the fruit always works - it must work - but it doesnot work happily for any who pluck it at their own will. If any Narnian, unbidden, hadstolen an apple and planted it here to protect Narnia, it would have protected Narnia. Butit would have done so by making Narnia into another strong and cruel empire like Charn,not the kindly land I mean it to be. And the Witch tempted you to do another thing, myson, did she not?\"\"Yes, Aslan. She wanted me to take an apple home to Mother.\"\"Understand, then, that it would have healed her; but not to your joy or hers. The daywould have come when both you and she would have looked back and said it would havebeen better to die in that illness.\"And Digory could say nothing, for tears choked him and he gave up all hopes of savinghis Mother's life; but at the same time he knew that the Lion knew what would havehappened, and that there might be things more terrible even than losing someone youlove by death. But now Aslan was speaking again, almost in a whisper:\"That is what would have happened, child, with a stolen apple. It is not what will happennow. What I give you now will bring joy. It will not, in your world, give endless life, butit will heal. Go. Pluck her an apple from the Tree.\"For a second Digory could hardly understand. It was as if the whole world had turnedinside out and upside down. And then, like someone in a dream, he was walking across tothe Tree, and the King and Queen were cheering him and all the creatures were cheeringtoo. He plucked the apple and put it in his pocket. Then he came back to Aslan.\"Please,\" he said, \"may we go home now?\" He had forgotten to say \"Thank you\", but hemeant it, and Aslan understood.CHAPTER FIFTEENTHE END OF THIS STORY AND THE BEGINNING OF ALL THE OTHERS\"You need no rings when I am with you,\" said the voice of Aslan. The children blinkedand looked about them. They were once more in the Wood between the Worlds; UncleAndrew lay on the grass, still asleep; Aslan stood beside them.\"Come,\" said Aslan; \"it is time that you went back. But there are two things to see to first;a warning, and a command. Look here, children.\"

They looked and saw a little hollow in the grass, with a grassy bottom, warm and dry.\"When you were last here,\" said Aslan, \"that hollow was a pool, and when you jumpedinto it you came to the world where a dying sun shone over the ruins of Charn. There isno pool now. That world is ended, as if it had never been. Let the race of Adam and Evetake warning.\"\"Yes, Aslan,\" said both the children. But Polly added, \"But we're not quite as bad as thatworld, are we, Aslan?\"\"Not yet, Daughter of Eve,\" he said. \"Not yet. But you are growing more like it. It is notcertain that some wicked one of your race will not find out a secret as evil as theDeplorable Word and use it to destroy all living things. And soon, very soon, before youare an old man and an old woman, great nations in your world will be ruled by tyrantswho care no more for joy and justice and mercy than the Empress Jadis. Let your worldbeware. That is the warning. Now for the command. As soon as you can, take from thisUncle of yours his magic rings and bury them so that no one can use them again.\"Both the children were looking up into the Lion's face as he spoke these words. And all atonce (they never knew exactly how it happened) the face seemed to be a sea of tossinggold in which they were floating, and such a sweetness and power rolled about them andover them and entered them that they felt they had never really been happy or wise orgood, or even alive and awake, before. And the memory of that moment stayed with themalways, so that as long as they both lived, if ever they were sad or afraid or angry, thethought of all that golden goodness, and the feeling that it was still there, quite close, justround some corner or just behind some door, would come back and make them sure, deepdown inside, that all was well. Next minute all three of them (Uncle Andrew now awake)came tumbling into the noise, heat, and hot smells of London.They were on the pavement outside the Ketterleys' front door, and except that the Witch,the Horse, and the Cabby were gone, everything was exactly as they had left it. Therewas the lamp-post, with one arm missing; there was the wreck of the hansom cab; andthere was the crowd. Everyone was still talking and people were kneeling beside thedamaged policeman, saying things like, \"He's coming round\" or \"How do you feel now,old chap?\" or \"The Ambulance will be here in a jiffy.\"\"Great Scott!\" thought Digory, \"I believe the whole adventure's taken no time at all.\"Most people were wildly looking round for Jadis and the horse. No one took any noticeof the children for no one had seen them go or noticed them coming back. As for UncleAndrew, what between the state of his clothes and the honey on his face, he could nothave been recognized by anyone. Fortunately the front door of the house was-open andthe housemaid was standing in the doorway staring at the fun (what a day that girl washaving!) so the children had no difficulty in bustling Uncle Andrew indoors beforeanyone asked any questions.

He raced up the stirs before them and at first they were very afraid he was heading for hisattic and meant to hide his remaining magic rings. But they needn't have bothered. Whathe was thinking about was the bottle in his wardrobe, and he disappeared at once into hisbedroom and locked the door. When he came out again (which was not for a long time)he was in his dressinggown and made straight for the bathroom.\"Can you get the other rings, Poll?\" said Digory. \"I want to go to Mother.\"\"Right. See you later,\" said Polly and clattered up the attic stairs.Then Digory took a minute to get his breath, and then went softly into his Mother's room.And there she lay, as he had seen her lie so many other times, propped up on the pillows,with a thin, pale face that would make you cry to look at. Digory took the Apple of Lifeout of his pocket.And just as the Witch Jadis had looked different when you saw her in our world insteadof in her own, so the fruit of that mountain garden looked different too. There were ofcourse all sorts of coloured things in the bedroom; the coloured counterpane on the bed,the wallpaper, the sunlight from the window, and Mother's pretty, pale blue dressingjacket. But the moment Digory took the Apple out of his pocket, all those things seemedto have scarcely any colour at all. Every one of them, even the sunlight, looked faded anddingy. The brightness of the Apple threw strange lights on the ceiling. Nothing else wasworth looking at: you couldn't look at anything else. And the smell of the Apple of Youthwas as if there was a window in the room that opened on Heaven.\"Oh, darling, how lovely,\" said Digory's Mother.\"You will eat it, won't you? Please,\" said Digory.\"I don't know what the Doctor would say,\" she answered. \"But really - I almost feel as if Icould.\"He peeled it and cut it up and gave it to her piece by piece. And no sooner had shefinished it than she smiled and her head sank back on the pillow and she was asleep: areal, natural, gentle sleep, without any of those nasty drugs, which was, as Digory knew,the thing in the whole world that she wanted most. And he was sure now that her facelooked a little different. He bent down and kissed her very softly and stole out of theroom with a beating heart; taking the core of the apple with him. For the rest of that day,whenever he looked at the things about him, and saw how ordinary and unmagical theywere, he hardly dared to hope; but when he remembered the face of Aslan he did hope.That evening he buried the core of the Apple in the back garden.Next morning when the Doctor made his usual visit, Digory leaned over the banisters tolisten. He heard the Doctor come out with Aunt Letty and say:

\"Miss Ketterley, this is the most extraordinary case I have known in my whole medicalcareer. It is - it is like a miracle. I wouldn't tell the little boy anything at present; we don'twant to raise any false hopes. But in my opinion -\" then his voice became too low to hear.That afternoon he went down the garden and whistled their agreed secret signal for Polly(she hadn't been able to get back the day before).\"What luck?\" said Polly, looking over the wall. \"I mean, about your Mother?\"\"I think - I think it is going to be alright,\" said Digory. \"But if you don't mind I'd reallyrather not talk about it yet. What about the rings?\"\"I've got them all,\" said Polly. \"Look, it's alright, I'm wearing gloves. Let's bury them.\"\"Yes, let's. I've marked the place where I buried the core of the Apple yesterday.\"Then Polly came over the wall and they went together to the place. But, as it turned out,Digory need not have marked the place. Something was already coming up. It was notgrowing so that you could see it grow as the new trees had done in Narnia; but it wasalready well above ground. They got a trowel and buried all the magic rings, includingtheir own ones, in a circle round it.About a week after this it was quite certain that Digory's Mother was getting better.About a fortnight later she was able to sit out in the garden. And a month later that wholehouse had become a different place. Aunt Letty did everything that Mother liked;windows were opened, frowsy curtains were drawn back to brighten up the rooms, therewere new flowers everywhere, and nicer things to eat, and the old piano was tuned andMother took up her singing again, and had such games with Digory and Polly that AuntLetty would say \"I declare, Mabel, you're the biggest baby of the three.\"When things go wrong, you'll find they usually go on getting worse for some time; butwhen things once start going right they often go on getting better and better. After aboutsix weeks of this lovely life there came a long letter from Father in India, which hadwonderful news in it. Old Great-Uncle Kirke had died and this meant, apparently, thatFather was now very rich. He was going to retire and come home from India forever andever. And the great big house in the country, which Digory had heard of all his life andnever seen would now be their home; the big house with the suits of armour, the stables,the kennels, the river, the park, the hot-houses, the vineries, the woods, and the mountainsbehind it. So that Digory felt just as sure as you that they were all going to live happilyever after. But perhaps you would like to know just one or two things more.Polly and Digory were always great friends and she came nearly every holidays to staywith them at their beautiful house in the country; and that was where she learned to rideand swim and milk and bake and climb.

In Narnia the Beasts lived in great peace and joy and neither the Witch nor any otherenemy came to trouble that pleasant land for many hundred years. King Frank and QueenHelen and their children lived happily in Narnia and their second son became King ofArchenland. The boys married nymphs and the girls married woodgods and river-gods.The lamp-post which the Witch had planted (without knowing it) shone day and night inthe Narnian forest, so that the place where it grew came to be called Lantern Waste; andwhen, many years later, another child from our world got into Narnia, on a snowy night,she found the light still burning. And that adventure was, in a way, connected with theones I have just been telling you.It was like this. The tree which sprang from the Apple that Digory planted in the backgarden, lived and grew into a fine tree. Growing in the soil of our world, far out of thesound of Aslan's voice and far from the young air of Narnia, it did not bear apples thatwould revive a dying woman as Digory's Mother had been revived, though it did bearapples more beautiful than any others in England, and they were extremely good for you,though not fully magical. But inside itself, in the very sap of it, the tree (so to speak)never forgot that other tree in Narnia to which it belonged. Sometimes it would movemysteriously when there was no wind blowing: I think that when this happened therewere high winds in Narnia and the English tree quivered because, at that moment, theNarnia tree was rocking and swaying in a strong south-western gale. However, that mightbe, it was proved later that there was still magic in its wood. For when Digory was quitemiddle-aged (and he was a famous learned man, a Professor, and a great traveller by thattime) and the Ketterleys' old house belonged to him, there was a great storm all over thesouth of England which blew the tree down. He couldn't bear to have it simply choppedup for firewood, so he had part of the timber made into a wardrobe, which he put in hisbig house in the country. And though he himself did not discover the magic properties ofthat wardrobe, someone else did. That was the beginning of all the comings and goingsbetween Narnia and our world, which you can read of in other books.When Digory and his people went to live in the big country house, they took UncleAndrew to live with them; for Digory's Father said, \"We must try to keep the old fellowout of mischief, and it isn't fair that poor Letty should have him always on her hands.\"Uncle Andrew never tried any Magic again as long as he lived. He had learned his lesson,and in his old age he became a nicer and less selfish old man than he had ever beenbefore. But he always liked to get visitors alone in the billiard-room and tell them storiesabout a mysterious lady, a foreign royalty, with whom he had driven about London. \"Adevilish temper she had,\" he would say. \"But she was a dem fine woman, sir, a dem finewoman.\"

The Last Battle C.S. LewisCHAPTER ONEBY CALDRON POOLIN the last days of Narnia, far up to the west beyond Lantern Waste and close beside thegreat waterfall, there lived an Ape. He was so old that no one could remember when hehad first come to live in those parts, and he was the cleverest, ugliest, most wrinkled Apeyou can imagine. He had a little house, built of wood and thatched with leaves, up in thefork of a great tree, and his name was Shift. There were very few Talking Beasts or Menor Dwarfs, or people of any sort, in that part of the wood, but Shift had one friend andneighbour who was a donkey called Puzzle. At least they both said they were friends, butfrom the way things went on you might have thought Puzzle was more like Shift's servantthan his friend. He did all the work. When they went together to the river, Shift filled thebig skin bottles with water but it was Puzzle who carried them back. When they wantedanything from the towns further down the river it was Puzzle who went down with emptypanniers on his back and came back with the panniers full and heavy. And all the nicestthings that Puzzle brought back were eaten by Shift; for as Shift said, \"You see, Puzzle, Ican't eat grass and thistles like you, so it's only fair I should make it up in other ways.\"And Puzzle always said, \"Of course, Shift, of course. I see that.\" Puzzle nevercomplained, because he knew that Shift was far cleverer than himself and he thought itwas very kind of Shift to be friends with him at all. And if ever Puzzle did try to argueabout anything, Shift would always say, \"Now, Puzzle, I understand what needs to bedone better than you. You know you're not clever, Puzzle.\" And Puzzle always said, \"No,Shift. It's quite true. I'm not clever.\" Then he would sigh and do whatever Shift had said.One morning early in the year the pair of them were out walking along the shore ofCaldron Pool. Caldron Pool is the big pool right under the cliffs at the western end ofNarnia. The great waterfall pours down into it with a noise like everlasting thunder, andthe River of Narnia flows out on the other side. The waterfall keeps the Pool alwaysdancing and bubbling and churning round and round as if it were on the boil, and that ofcourse is how it got its name of Caldron Pool. It is liveliest in the early spring when thewaterfall is swollen with all the snow that has melted off the mountains from up beyondNarnia in the Western Wild from which the river comes. And as they looked at CaldronPool Shift suddenly pointed with his dark, skinny finger and said,\"Look! What's that?\"\"What's what?\" said Puzzle.

\"That yellow thing that's just come down the waterfall. Look! There it is again, it'sfloating. We must find out what it is.\"\"Must we?\" said Puzzle.\"Of course we must,\" said Shift. \"It may be something useful. Just hop into the Pool likea good fellow and fish it out. Then we can have a proper look at it.\"\"Hop into the Pool?\" said Puzzle, twitching his long ears.\"Well how are we to get it if you don't?\" said the Ape.\"But - but,\" said Puzzle, \"wouldn't it be better if you went in? Because, you see, it's youwho wants to know what it is, and I don't much. And you've got hands, you see. You're asgood as a Man or a Dwarf when it comes to catching hold of things. I've only got hoofs.\"\"Really, Puzzle,\" said Shift, \"I didn't think you'd ever say a thing like that. I didn't think itof you, really.\"\"Why, what have I said wrong?\" said the Ass, speaking in rather a humble voice, for hesaw that Shift was very deeply offended. \"All I meant was -\"\"Wanting me to go into the water,\" said the Ape. \"As if you didn't know perfectly wellwhat weak chests Apes always have and how easily they catch cold! Very well. I will goin. I'm feeling cold enough already in this cruel wind. But I'll go in. I shall probably die.Then you'll be sorry.\" And Shift's voice sounded as if he was just going to burst intotears.\"Please don't, please don't, please don't,\" said Puzzle, half braying, and half talking. \"Inever meant anything of the sort, Shift, really I didn't. You know how stupid I am andhow I can't think of more than one thing at a time. I'd forgotten about your weak chest. Ofcourse I'll go in. You mustn't think of doing it yourself. Promise me you won't, Shift.\"So Shift promised, and Puzzle went cloppety-clop on his four hoofs round the rocky edgeof the Pool to find a place where he could get in. Quite apart from the cold it was no jokegetting into that quivering and foaming water, and Puzzle had to stand and shiver for awhole minute before he made up his mind to do it. But then Shift called out from behindhim and said: \"Perhaps I'd better do it after all, Puzzle.\" And when Puzzle heard that hesaid, \"No, no. You promised. I'm in now,\" and in he went.A great mass of foam got him in the face and filled his mouth with water and blindedhim. Then he went under altogether for a few seconds, and when he came up again hewas in quite another part of the Pool. Then the swirl caught him and carried him roundand round and faster and faster till it took him right under the waterfall itself, and theforce of the water plunged him down, deep down, so that he thought he would never be

able to hold his breath till he came up again. And when he had come up and when at lasthe got somewhere near the thing he was trying to catch, it sailed away from him till it toogot under the fall and was forced down to the bottom. When it came up again it wasfurther from him than ever. But at last, when he was almost tired to death, and bruised allover and numb with cold, he succeeded in gripping the thing with his teeth. And out hecame carrying it in front of him and getting his front hoofs tangled up in it, for it was asbig as a large hearthrug, and it was very heavy and cold and slimy.He flung it down in front of Shift and stood dripping and shivering and trying to get hisbreath back. But the Ape never looked at him or asked him how he felt. The Ape was toobusy going round and round the Thing and spreading it out and patting it and smelling it.Then a wicked gleam came into his eye and he said:\"It is a lion's skin.\"\"Ee - auh - auh - oh, is it?\" gasped Puzzle.\"Now I wonder . . . I wonder . . . I wonder,\" said Shift to himself, for he was thinkingvery hard.\"I wonder who killed the poor lion,\" said Puzzle presently. \"It ought to be buried. Wemust have a funeral.\"\"Oh, it wasn't a Talking Lion,\" said Shift. \"You needn't bother about that. There are noTalking Beasts up beyond the Falls, up in the Western Wild. This skin must havebelonged to a dumb, wild lion.\"This, by the way, was true. A Hunter, a Man, had killed and skinned this lion somewhereup in the Western Wild several months before. But that doesn't come into this story.\"All the same, Shift,\" said Puzzle, \"even if the skin only belonged to a dumb, wild lion,oughtn't we to give it a decent burial? I mean, aren't all lions rather - well, rather solemn?Because of you know Who. Don't you see?\"\"Don't you start getting ideas into your head, Puzzle,\" said Shift. \"Because, you know,thinking isn't your strong point. We'll make this skin into a fine warm winter coat foryou.\"\"Oh, I don't think I'd like that,\" said the Donkey. \"It would look - I mean, the other Beastsmight think - that is to say, I shouldn't feel -\"\"What are you talking about?\" said Shift, scratching himself the wrong way up as Apesdo.\"I don't think it would be respectful to the Great Lion, to Aslan himself, if an ass like mewent about dressed up in a lion-skin,\" said Puzzle.

\"Now don't stand arguing, please,\" said Shift. \"What does an ass like you know aboutthings of that sort? You know you're no good at thinking, Puzzle, so why don't you let medo your thinking for you? Why don't you treat me as I treat you? I don't think I can doeverything. I know you're better at some things than I am. That's why I let you go into thePool; I knew you'd do it better than me. But why can't I have my turn when it comes tosomething I can do and you can't? Am I never to be allowed to do anything? Do be fair.Turn and turn about.\"\"Oh, well, of course, if you put it that way,\" said Puzzle.\"I tell you what,\" said Shift. \"You'd better take a good brisk trot down river as far asChippingford and see if they have any oranges or bananas.\"\"But I'm so tired, Shift,\" pleaded Puzzle.\"Yes, but you are very cold and wet,\" said the Ape. \"You want something to warm youup. A brisk trot would be just the thing. Besides, it's market day at Chippingford today.\"And then of course Puzzle said he would go.As soon as he was alone Shift went shambling along, sometimes on two paws andsometimes on four, till he reached his own tree. Then he swung himself up from branchto branch, chattering and grinning all the time, and went into his little house. He foundneedle and thread and a big pair of scissors there; for he was a clever Ape and the Dwarfshad taught him how to sew. He put the ball of thread (it was very thick stuff, more likecord than thread) into his mouth so that his cheek bulged out as if he were sucking a bigbit of toffee. He held the needle between his lips and took the scissors in his left paw.Then he came down the tree and shambled across to the lion-skin. He squatted down andgot to work.He saw at once that the body of the lion-skin would be too long for Puzzle and its necktoo short. So he cut a good piece out of the body and used it to make a long collar forPuzzle's long neck. Then he cut off the head and sewed the collar in between the head andthe shoulders. He put threads on both sides of the skin so that it would tie up underPuzzle's chest and stomach. Every now and then a bird would pass overhead and Shiftwould stop his work, looking anxiously up. He did not want anyone to see what he wasdoing. But none of the birds he saw were Talking Birds, so it didn't matter.Late in the afternoon Puzzle came back. He was not trotting but only plodding patientlyalong, the way donkeys do.\"There weren't any oranges,\" he said, \"and there weren't any bananas. And I'm verytired.\" He lay down.\"Come and try on your beautiful new lion-skin coat,\" said Shift.

\"Oh bother that old skin,\" said Puzzle. \"I'll try it on in the morning. I'm too tired tonight.\"\"You are unkind, Puzzle,\" said Shift. \"If you're tired what do you think I am? All daylong, while you've been having a lovely refreshing walk down the valley, I've beenworking hard to make you a coat. My paws are so tired I can hardly hold these scissors.And you won't say thank you -and you won't even look at the coat -and you don't care -and- and-\"\"My dear Shift,\" said Puzzle getting up at once, \"I am so sorry. I've been horrid. Ofcourse I'd love to try it on. And it looks simply splendid. Do try it on me at once. Pleasedo.\"\"Well, stand still then,\" said the Ape. The skin was very heavy for him to lift, but in theend, with a lot of pulling and pushing and puffing and blowing, he got it on to thedonkey. He tied it underneath Puzzle's body and he tied the legs to Puzzle's legs and thetail to Puzzle's tail. A good deal of Puzzle's grey nose and face could be seen through theopen mouth of the lion's head. No one who had ever seen a real lion would have beentaken in for a moment. But if someone who had never seen a lion looked at Puzzle in hislion-skin he just might mistake him for a lion, if he didn't come too close, and if the lightwas not too good, and if Puzzle didn't let out a bray and didn't make any noise with hishoofs.\"You look wonderful, wonderful,\" said the Ape. \"If anyone saw you now, they'd thinkyou were Aslan, the Great Lion, himself.\"\"That would be dreadful,\" said Puzzle.\"No it wouldn't,\" said Shift. \"Everyone would do whatever you told them.\"\"But I don't want to tell them anything.\"\"But you think of the good we could do!\" said Shift. \"You'd have me to advise you, youknow. I'd think of sensible orders for you to give. And everyone would have to obey us,even the King himself. We would set everything right in Narnia.\"\"But isn't everything right already?\" said Puzzle.\"What!\" cried Shift. \"Everything right?-when there are no oranges or bananas?\"\"Well, you know,\" said Puzzle, \"there aren't many people - in fact, I don't think there'sanyone but yourself who wants those sort of things.\"\"There's sugar too,\" said Shift.\"H'm yes,\" said the Ass. \"It would be nice if there was more sugar.\"

\"Well then, that's settled,\" said the Ape. \"You will pretend to be Aslan, and I'll tell youwhat to say.\"\"No, no, no,\" said Puzzle. \"Don't say such dreadful things. It would be wrong, Shift. Imaybe not very clever but I know that much. What would become of us if the real Aslanturned up?\"\"I expect he'd be very pleased,\" said Shift. \"Probably he sent us the lion-skin on purpose,so that we could set things to right. Anyway, he never does turn up, you know. Notnowadays.\"At that moment there came a great thunderclap right overhead and the ground trembledwith a small earthquake. Both the animals lost their balance and were flung on theirfaces.\"There!\" gasped Puzzle, as soon as he had breath to speak. \"It's a sign, a warning. I knewwe were doing something dreadfully wicked. Take this wretched skin off me at once.\"\"No, no,\" said the Ape (whose mind worked very quickly). \"It's a sign the other way. Iwas just going to say that if the real Aslan, as you call him, meant us to go on with this,he would send us a thunderclap and an earth-tremor. It was just on the tip of my tongue,only the sign itself came before I could get the words out. You've got to do it now,Puzzle. And please don't let us have any more arguing. You know you don't understandthese things. What could a donkey know about signs?\"CHAPTER TWOTHE RASHNESS OF THE KINGAbout three weeks later the last of the Kings of Narnia sat under the great oak whichgrew beside the door of his little hunting lodge, where he often stayed for ten days or soin the pleasant spring weather. It was a low, thatched building not far from the Easternend of Lantern Waste and some way above the meeting of the two rivers. He loved to livethere simply and at ease, away from the state and pomp of Cair Paravel, the royal city.His name was King Tirian, and he was between twenty and twenty-five years old; hisshoulders were already broad and strong and his limbs full of hard muscle, but his beardwas still scanty. He had blue eyes and a fearless, honest face.There was no one with him that spring morning except his dearest friend, Jewel theUnicorn. They loved each other like brothers and each had saved the other's life in thewars. The lordly beast stood close beside the King's chair, with its neck bent roundpolishing its blue horn against the creamy whiteness of its flank.

\"I cannot set myself to any work or sport today, Jewel,\" said the King. \"I can think ofnothing but this wonderful news. Think you we shall hear any more of it today?\"\"They are the most wonderful tidings ever heard in our days or our fathers' or ourgrandfathers' days, Sire,\" said Jewel, \"if they are true.\"\"How can they choose but be true?\" said the King. \"It is more than a week ago that thefirst birds came flying over us saying, Aslan is here, Aslan has come to Narnia again.And after that it was the squirrels. They had not seen him, but they said it was certain hewas in the woods. Then came the Stag. He said he had seen him with his own eyes, agreat way off, by moonlight, in Lantern Waste. Then came that dark Man with the beard,the merchant from Calormen. The Calormenes care nothing for Aslan as we do; but theman spoke of it as a thing beyond doubt. And there was the Badger last night; he too hadseen Aslan.\"\"Indeed, Sire,\" answered Jewel, \"I believe it all. If I seem not to, it is only that my joy istoo great to let my belief settle itself. It is almost too beautiful to believe.\"\"Yes,\" said the King with a great sigh, almost a shiver, of delight. \"It is beyond all that Iever hoped for in all my life.\"\"Listen!\" said Jewel, putting his head on one side and cocking his ears forward.\"What is it?\" asked the King.\"Hoofs, Sire,\" said Jewel. \"A galloping horse. A very heavy horse. It must be one of theCentaurs. And look, there he is.\"A great, golden bearded Centaur, with man's sweat on his forehead and horse's sweat onhis chestnut flanks, dashed up to the King, stopped, and bowed low. \"Hail, King,\" it criedin a voice as deep as a bull's.\"Ho, there!\" said the King, looking over his shoulder towards the door of the huntinglodge. \"A bowl of wine for the noble Centaur. Welcome, Roonwit. When you have foundyour breath you shall tell us your errand.\"A page came out of the house carrying a great wooden bowl, curiously carved, andhanded it to the Centaur. The Centaur raised the bowl and said,\"I drink first to Aslan and truth, Sire, and secondly to your Majesty.\"He finished the wine (enough for six strong men) at one draught and handed the emptybowl back to the page.\"Now, Roonwit,\" said the King. \"Do you bring us more news of Aslan?\"

Roonwit looked very grave, frowning a little.\"Sire,\" he said. \"You know how long I have lived and studied the stars; for we Centaurslive longer than you Men, and even longer than your kind, Unicorn. Never in all my dayshave I seen such terrible things written in the skies as there have been nightly since thisyear began. The stars say nothing of the coming of Aslan, nor of peace, nor of joy. Iknow by my art that there have not been such disastrous conjunctions of the planets forfive hundred years. It was already in my mind to come and warn your Majesty that somegreat evil hangs over Narnia. But last night the rumour reached me that Aslan is abroad inNarnia. Sire, do not believe this tale. It cannot be. The stars never lie, but Men and Beastsdo. If Aslan were really coming to Narnia the sky would have foretold it. If he werereally come, all the most gracious stars would be assembled in his honour. It is all a lie.\"\"A lie!\" said the King fiercely. \"What creature in Narnia or all the world would dare to lieon such a matter?\" And, without knowing it, he laid his hand on his sword hilt.\"That I know not, Lord King,\" said the Centaur. \"But I know there are liars on earth;there are none among the stars.\"\"I wonder,\" said Jewel, \"whether Aslan might not come though all the stars foretoldotherwise. He is not the slave of the stars but their Maker. Is it not said in all the oldstories that He is not a tame lion.\"\"Well said, well said, Jewel,\" cried the King. \"Those are the very words: not a tame lion.It comes in many tales.\"Roonwit had just raised his hand and was leaning forward to say something veryearnestly to the King when all three of them turned their heads to listen to a wailingsound that was quickly drawing nearer. The wood was so thick to the West of them thatthey could not see the newcomer yet. But they could soon hear the words.\"Woe, woe, woe!\" called the voice. \"Woe for my brothers and sisters! Woe for the holytrees! The woods are laid waste. The axe is loosed against us. We are being felled. Greattrees are falling, falling, falling.\"With the last \"falling\" the speaker came in sight. She was like a woman but so tall thather head was on a level with the Centaur's yet she was like a tree too. It is hard to explainif you have never seen a Dryad but quite unmistakable once you have - somethingdifferent in the colour, the voice, and the hair. King Tirian and the two Beasts knew atonce that she was the nymph of a beech tree.\"Justice, Lord King!\" she cried. \"Come to our aid. Protect your people. They are fellingus in Lantern Waste.Forty great trunks of my brothers and sisters are already on the ground.\"

\"What, Lady! Felling Lantern Waste? Murdering the talking trees?\" cried the King,leaping to his feet and drawing his sword. \"How dare they? And who dares it? Now bythe Mane of Aslan-\"\"A-a-a-h,\" gasped the Dryad shuddering as if in pain - shuddering time after time as ifunder repeated blows. Then all at once she fell sideways as suddenly as if both her feethad been cut from under her. For a second they saw her lying dead on the grass and thenshe vanished. They knew what had happened. Her tree, miles away, had been cut down.For a moment the King's grief and anger were so great that he could not speak. Then hesaid:\"Come, friends. We must go up river and find the villains who have done this, with allthe speed we may. I will leave not one of them alive.\"\"Sire, with a good will,\" said Jewel.But Roonwit said, \"Sire, be wary in your just wrath. There are strange doings on foot. Ifthere should be rebels in arms further up the valley, we three are too few to meet them. Ifit would please you to wait while -\"\"I will not wait the tenth part of a second,\" said the King. \"But while Jewel and I goforward, do you gallop as hard as you may to Cair Paravel. Here is my ring for yourtoken. Get me a score of men-at-arms, all well mounted, and a score of Talking Dogs,and ten Dwarfs (let them all be fell archers), and a Leopard or so, and Stonefoot theGiant. Bring all these after us as quickly as may be.\"\"With a good will, Sire,\" said Roonwit. And at once he turned and galloped Eastwarddown the valley.The King strode on at a great pace, sometimes muttering to himself and sometimesclenching his fists. Jewel walked beside him, saying nothing; so there was no soundbetween them but the faint jingle of a rich gold chain that hung round the Unicorn's neckand the noise of two feet and four hoofs.They soon reached the River and turned up it where there was a grassy road: they had thewater on their left and the forest on their right. Soon after that they came to the placewhere the ground grew rougher and thick wood came down to the water's edge. The road,what there was of it, now ran on the Southern bank and they had to ford the River toreach it. It was up to Tirian's arm-pits, but Jewel (who had four legs and was thereforesteadier) kept on his right so as to break the force of the current, and Tirian put his strongarm round the Unicorn's strong neck and they both got safely over. The King was still soangry that he hardly noticed the cold of the water. But of course he dried his sword verycarefully on the shoulder of his cloak, which was the only dry part of him, as soon as theycame to shore.

They were now going Westward with the River on their right and Lantern Waste straightahead of them. They had not gone more than a mile when they both stopped and bothspoke at the same moment. The King said \"What have we here?\" and Jewel said \"Look!\"\"It is a raft,\" said King Tirian.And so it was. Half a dozen splendid tree-trunks, all newly cut and newly lopped of theirbranches, had been lashed together to make a raft, and were gliding swiftly down theriver. On the front of the raft there was a water rat with a pole to steer it.\"Hey! Water-Rat! What are you about?\" cried the King.\"Taking logs down to sell to the Calormenes, Sire,\" said the Rat, touching his ear as hemight have touched his cap if he had had one.\"Calormenes!\" thundered Tirian. \"What do you mean? Who gave order for these trees tobe felled?\"The River flows so swiftly at that time of the year that the raft had already glided past theKing and Jewel. But the Water-Rat looked back over its shoulder and shouted out:\"The Lion's orders, Sire. Aslan himself.\" He added something more but they couldn't hearit.The King and the Unicorn stared at one another and both looked more frightened thanthey had ever been in any battle.\"Aslan,\" said the King at last, in a very low voice. \"Aslan. Could it be true? Could he befelling the holy trees and murdering the Dryads?\"\"Unless the Dryads have all done something dreadfully wrong-\" murmured Jewel.\"But selling them to Calormenes!\" said the King. \"Is it possible?\"\"I don't know,\" said Jewel miserably. \"He's not a tame lion.\"\"Well,\" said the King at last, \"we must go on and take the adventure that comes to us.\"\"It is the only thing left for us to do, Sire,\" said the Unicorn. He did not see at themoment how foolish it was for two of them to go on alone; nor did the King. They weretoo angry to think clearly. But much evil came of their rashness in the end.Suddenly the King leaned hard on his friend's neck and bowed his head.

\"Jewel,\" he said, \"what lies before us? Horrible thoughts arise in my heart. If we had diedbefore today we should have been happy.\"\"Yes,\" said Jewel. \"We have lived too long. The worst thing in the world has come uponus.\" They stood like that for a minute or two and then went on.Before long they could hear the hack-hack-hack of axes falling on timber, though theycould see nothing yet because there was a rise of the ground in front of them. When theyhad reached the top of it they could see right into Lantern Waste itself. And the King'sface turned white when he saw it.Right through the middle of that ancient forest - that forest where the trees of gold and ofsilver had once grown and where a child from our world had once planted the Tree ofProtection - a broad lane had already been opened. It was a hideous lane like a raw gashin the land, full of muddy ruts where felled trees had been dragged down to the river.There was a great crowd of people at work, and a cracking of whips, and horses tuggingand straining as they dragged at the logs. The first thing that struck the King and theUnicorn was that about half the people in the crowd were not Talking Beasts but Men.The next thing was that these men were not the fair-haired men of Narnia: they weredark, bearded men from Calormen, that great and cruel country that lies beyondArchenland across the desert to the south. There was no reason, of course, why oneshould not meet a Calormene or two in Narnia - a merchant or an ambassador - for therewas peace between Narnia and Calormen in those days. But Tirian could not understandwhy there were so many of them: nor why they were cutting down a Narnian forest. Hegrasped his sword tighter and rolled his cloak round his left arm. They came quicklydown among the men.Two Calormenes were driving a horse which was harnessed to a log. Just as the Kingreached them the log had got stuck in a bad muddy place.\"Get on, son of sloth! Pull, you lazy pig!\" cried the Calormenes, cracking their whips.The horse was already straining himself as hard as he could; his eyes were red and he wascovered with foam.\"Work, lazy brute,\" shouted one of the Calormenes: and as he spoke he struck the horsesavagely with his whip. It was then that the really dreadful thing happened.Up till now Tirian had taken it for granted that the horses which the Calormenes weredriving were their own horses; dumb, witless animals like the horses of our own world.And though he hated to see even a dumb horse overdriven, he was of course thinkingmore about the murder of the Trees. It had never crossed his mind that anyone woulddare to harness one of the free Talking Horses of Narnia, much less to use a whip on it.But as that savage blow fell the horse reared up and said, half screaming:\"Fool and tyrant! Do you not see I am doing all I can?\"

When Tirian knew that the Horse was one of his own Narnians, there came over him andover Jewel such a rage that they did not know what they were doing. The King's swordwent up, the Unicorn's horn went down. They rushed forward together. Next momentboth the Calormenes lay dead, the one beheaded by Tirian's sword and the other goredthrough the heart by Jewel's horn.CHAPTER THREETHE APE IN ITS GLORY\"MASTER Horse, Master Horse,\" said Tirian as he hastily cut its traces, \"how came thesealiens to enslave you? Is Narnia conquered? Has there been a battle?\"\"No, Sire,\" panted the horse, \"Aslan is here. It is all by his orders. He has commanded -\"\"'Ware danger, King,\" said Jewel. Tirian looked up and saw that Calormenes (mixed witha few Talking Beasts) were beginning to run towards them from every direction. The twodead men had died without a cry and so it had taken a moment before the rest of thecrowd knew what had happened. But now they did. Most of them had naked scimitars intheir hands.\"Quick. On my back,\" said Jewel.The King flung himself astride of his old friend who turned and galloped away. Hechanged direction twice or thrice as soon as they were out of sight of their enemies,crossed a stream, and shouted without slackening his pace, \"Whither away, Sire? To CairParavel?\"\"Hold hard, friend,\" said Tirian. \"Let me off.\" He slid off the Unicorn's back and facedhim.\"Jewel,\" said the King. \"We have done a dreadful deed.\"\"We were sorely provoked,\" said Jewel.\"But to leap on them unawares - without defying them while they were unarmed - faugh!We are two murderers, Jewel. I am dishonoured forever.\"Jewel drooped his head. He too was ashamed.\"And then,\" said the King, \"the Horse said it was by Aslan's orders. The Rat said thesame. They all say Aslan is here. How if it were true?\"

\"But, Sire, how could Aslan be commanding such dreadful things?\"\"He is not a tame lion,\" said Tirian. \"How should we know what he would do? We, whoare murderers. Jewel, I will go back. I will give up my sword and put myself in the handsof these Calormenes and ask that they bring me before Aslan. Let him do justice on me.\"\"You will go to your death, then,\" said Jewel.\"Do you think I care if Aslan dooms me to death?\" said the King. \"That would benothing, nothing at all. Would it not be better to be dead than to have this horrible fearthat Aslan has come and is not like the Aslan we have believed in and longed for? It is asif the sun rose one day and were a black sun.\"\"I know,\" said Jewel. \"Or as if you drank water and it were dry water. You are in theright, Sire. This is the end of all things. Let us go and give ourselves up.\"\"There is no need for both of us to go.\"\"If ever we loved one another, let me go with you now,\" said the Unicorn. \"If you aredead and if Aslan is not Aslan, what life is left for me?\"They turned and walked back together, shedding bitter tears.As soon as they came to the place where the work was going on the Calormenes raised acry and came towards them with their weapons in hand. But the King held out his swordwith the hilt towards them and said:\"I who was King of Narnia and am now a dishonoured knight give myself up to thejustice of Aslan. Bring me before him.\"\"And I give myself up too,\" said Jewel.Then the dark men came round them in a thick crowd, smelling of garlic and onions, theirwhite eyes flashing dreadfully in their brown faces. They put a rope halter round Jewel'sneck. They took the King's sword away and tied his hands behind his back. One of theCalormenes, who had a helmet instead of a turban and seemed to be in command,snatched the gold circlet off Tirian's head and hastily put it away somewhere among hisclothes. They led the two prisoners uphill to a place where there was a big clearing. Andthis was what the prisoners saw. At the centre of the clearing, which was also thehighest point of the hill, there was a little hut like a stable, with a thatched roof. Its doorwas shut. On the grass in front of the door there sat an Ape. Tirian and Jewel, who hadbeen expecting to see Aslan and had heard nothing about an Ape yet, were verybewildered when they saw it. The Ape was of course Shift himself, but he looked tentimes uglier than when he lived by Caldron Pool, for he was now dress- ed up. He waswearing a scarlet jacket which did not fit him very well, having been made for a dwarf.

He had Jewelled slippers on his hind paws which would not stay on properly because, asyou know, the hind paws of an Ape are really like hands. He wore what seemed to be apaper crown on his head. There was a great pile of nuts beside him and he kept crackingnuts with his jaws and spitting out the shells. And he also kept on pulling up the scarletjacket to scratch himself. A great number of Talking Beasts stood facing him, and nearlyevery face in that crowd looked miserably worried and bewildered. When they saw whothe prisoners were they all groaned and whimpered.\"O Lord Shift, mouthpiece of Aslan,\" said the chief Calormene. \"We bring you prisoners.By our skill and courage and by the permission of the great god Tash we have taken alivethese two desperate murderers.\"\"Give me that man's sword,\" said the Ape. So they took the King's sword and handed it,with the sword-belt and all, to the monkey. And he hung it round his own neck: and itmade him look sillier than ever.\"We'll see about those two later,\" said the Ape, spitting out a shell in the direction of thetwo prisoners. \"I got some other business first. They can wait. Now listen to me,everyone. The first thing I want to say is about nuts. Where's that Head Squirrel got to?\"\"Here, Sir,\" said a red squirrel, coming forward and making a nervous little bow.\"Oh you are, are you?\" said the Ape with a nasty look. \"Now attend to me. I want - Imean, Aslan wants - some more nuts. These you've brought aren't anything like enough.You must bring some more, do you hear? Twice as many. And they've got to be here bysunset tomorrow, and there mustn't be any bad ones or any small ones among them.\"A murmur of dismay ran through the other squirrels, and the Head Squirrel plucked upcourage to say:\"Please, would Aslan himself speak to us about it? If we might be allowed to see him -\"\"Well you won't,\" said the Ape. \"He may be very kind (though it's a lot more than mostof you deserve) and come out for a few minutes tonight. Then you can all have a look athim. But he will not have you all crowding round him and pestering him with questions.Anything you want to say to him will be passed on through me: if I think it's worthbothering him about. In the meantime all you squirrels had better go and see about thenuts. And make sure they are here by tomorrow evening or, my word! you'll catch it.\"The poor squirrels all scampered away as if a dog were after them. This new order wasterrible news for them. The nuts they had carefully hoarded for the winter had nearly allbeen eaten by now; and of the few that were left they had already given the Ape far morethan they could spare.Then a deep voice - it belonged to a great tusked and shaggy Boar - spoke from anotherpart of the crowd.

\"But why can't we see Aslan properly and talk to him?\" it said. \"When he used to appearin Narnia in the old days everyone could talk to him face to face.\"\"Don't you believe it,\" said the Ape. \"And even if it was true, times have changed. Aslansays he's been far too soft with you before, do you see? Well, he isn't going to be soft anymore. He's going to lick you into shape this time. He'll teach you to think he's a tamelion!\"A low moaning and whimpering was heard among the Beasts; and, after that, a deadsilence which was more miserable still.\"And now there's another thing you got to learn,\" said the Ape. \"I hear some of you aresaying I'm an Ape. Well, I'm not. I'm a Man. If I look like an Ape, that's because I'm sovery old: hundreds and hundreds of years old. And it's because I'm so old that I'm sowise. And it's because I'm so wise that I'm the only one Aslan is ever going to speak to.He can't be bothered talking to a lot of stupid animals. He'll tell me what you've got to do,and I'll tell the rest of you. And take my advice, and see you do it in double quick time,for he doesn't mean to stand any nonsense.\"There was a dead silence except for the noise of a very young badger crying and itsmother trying to make it keep quiet.\"And now here's another thing,\" the Ape went on, fitting a fresh nut into its cheek, \"I hearsome of the horses are saying, Let's hurry up and get this job of carting timber over asquickly as we can, and then we'll be free again. Well, you can get that idea out of yourheads at once. And not only the Horses either. Everybody who can work is going to bemade to work in future. Aslan has it all settled with the King of Calormen - The Tisroc,as our dark faced friends the Calormenes call him. All you Horses and Bulls and Donkeysare to be sent down into Calormen to work for your living - pulling and carrying the wayhorses and such-like do in other countries. And all you digging animals like Moles andRabbits and Dwarfs are going down to work in The Tisroc's mines. And -\"\"No, no, no,\" howled the Beasts. \"It can't be true. Aslan would never sell us into slaveryto the King of Calormen.\"\"None of that! Hold your noise!\" said the Ape with a snarl. \"Who said anything aboutslavery? You won't be slaves. You'll be paid - very good wages too. That is to say, yourpay will be paid into Aslan's treasury and he will use it all for everybody's good.\" Thenhe glanced, and almost winked, at the chief Calormene. The Calormene bowed andreplied, in the pompous Calormene way:\"Most sapient Mouthpiece of Aslan, The Tisroc (may he-live-forever) is wholly of onemind with your lordship in this judicious plan.\"

\"There! You see!\" said the Ape. \"It's all arranged. And all for your own good. We'll beable, with the money you earn, to make Narnia a country worth living in. There'll beoranges and bananas pouring in - and roads and big cities and schools and offices andwhips and muzzles and saddles and cages and kennels and prisons - Oh, everything.\"\"But we don't want all those things,\" said an old Bear. \"We want to be free. And we wantto hear Aslan speak himself.\"\"Now don't you start arguing,\" said the Ape, \"for it's a thing I won't stand. I'm a Man:you're only a fat, stupid old Bear. What do you know about freedom? You think freedommeans doing what you like. Well, you're wrong. That isn't true freedom. True freedommeans doing what I tell you.\"\"H-n-n-h,\" grunted the Bear and scratched its head; it found this sort of thing hard tounderstand.\"Please, please,\" said the high voice of a woolly lamb, who was so young that everyonewas surprised he dared to speak at all.\"What is it now?\" said the Ape. \"Be quick.\"\"Please,\" said the Lamb, \"I can't understand. What have we to do with the Calormenes?We belong to Aslan. They belong to Tash. They have a god called Tash. They say he hasfour arms and the head of a vulture. They kill Men on his altar. I don't believe there's anysuch person as Tash. But if there was, how could Aslan be friends with him?\"All the animals cocked their heads sideways and all their bright eyes flashed towards theApe. They knew it was the best question anyone had asked yet.The Ape jumped up and spat at the Lamb.\"Baby!\" he hissed. \"Silly little bleater! Go home to your mother and drink milk. What doyou understand of such things? But the others, listen. Tash is only another name forAslan. All that old idea of us being right and the Calormenes wrong is silly. We knowbetter now. The Calormenes use different words but we all mean the same thing. Tashand Aslan are only two different names for you know Who. That's why there can neverbe any quarrel between them. Get that into your heads, you stupid brutes. Tash is Aslan:Aslan is Tash.\"You know how sad your own dog's face can look sometimes. Think of that and then thinkof all the faces of those Talking Beasts - all those honest, humble, bewildered Birds,Bears, Badgers, Rabbits, Moles, and Mice - all far sadder than that. Every tail was down,every whisker drooped. It would have broken your heart with very pity to see their faces.There was only one who did not look at all unhappy.

It was a ginger Cat - a great big Tom in the prime of life - who sat bolt upright with histail curled round his toes, in the very front row of all the Beasts. He had been staring hardat the Ape and the Calormene captain all the time and had never once blinked his eyes.\"Excuse me,\" said the Cat very politely, \"but this interests me. Does your friend fromCalormen say the same?\"\"Assuredly,\" said the Calormene. \"The enlightened Ape - Man, I mean - is in the right.Aslan means neither less nor more than Tash.\"\"Especially, Aslan means no more than Tash?\" suggested the Cat.\"No more at all,\" said the Calormene, looking the Cat straight in the face.\"Is that good enough for you, Ginger?\" said the Ape.\"Oh certainly,\" said Ginger coolly. \"Thank you very much. I only wanted to be quiteclear. I think I am beginning to understand.\"Up till now the King and Jewel had said nothing: they were waiting until the Ape shouldbid them speak, for they thought it was no use interrupting. But now, as Tirian lookedround on the miserable faces of the Narnians, and saw how they would all believe thatAslan and Tash were one and the same, he could bear it no longer.\"Ape,\" he cried with a great voice, \"you lie damnably. You lie like a Calormene. You lielike an Ape.\"He meant to go on and ask how the terrible god Tash who fed on the blood of his peoplecould possibly be the same as the good Lion by whose blood all Narnia was saved. If hehad been allowed to speak, the rule of the Ape might have ended that day; the Beastsmight have seen the truth and thrown the Ape down. But before he could say anotherword two Calormenes struck him in the mouth with all their force, and a third, frombehind, kicked his feet from under him. And as he fell, the Ape squealed in rage andterror.\"Take him away. Take him away. Take him where he cannot hear us, nor we hear him.There tie him to a tree. I will - I mean, Aslan will - do justice on him later.\"CHAPTER FOURWHAT HAPPENED THAT NIGHT

THE King was so dizzy from being knocked down that he hardly knew what washappening until the Calormenes untied his wrists and put his arms straight down by hissides and set him with his back against an ash tree. Then they bound ropes round hisankles and his knees and his waist and his chest and left him there. What worried himworst at the moment - for it is often little things that are hardest to stand - was that his lipwas bleeding where they had hit him and he couldn't wipe the little trickle of blood awayalthough it tickled him.From where he was he could still see the little stable on the top of the hill and the Apesitting in front of it. He could just hear the Ape's voice still going on and, every now andthen, some answer from the crowd, but he could not make out the words.\"I wonder what they've done to Jewel,\" thought the King.Presently the crowd of beasts broke up and began going away in different directions.Some passed close to Tirian. They looked at him as if they were both frightened andsorry to see him tied up but none of them spoke. Soon they had all gone and there wassilence in the wood. Then hours and hours went past and Tirian became first very thirstyand then very hungry; and as the afternoon dragged on and turned into evening, hebecame cold too. His back was very sore. The sun went down and it began to be twilight.When it was almost dark Tirian heard a light pitter-patter of feet and saw some smallcreatures coming towards him. The three on the left were Mice, and there was a Rabbit inthe middle: on the right were two Moles. Both these were carrying little bags on theirbacks which gave them a curious look in the dark so that at first he wondered what kindof beasts they were. Then, in a moment, they were all standing up on their hind legs,laying their cool paws on his knees and giving his knees snuffly animal kisses. (Theycould reach his knees because Narnian Talking Beasts of that sort are bigger than thedumb beasts of the same kind in England.)\"Lord King! dear Lord King,\" said their shrill voices, \"we are so sorry for you. Wedaren't untie you because Aslan might be angry with us. But we've brought you yoursupper.\"At once the first Mouse climbed nimbly up till he was perched on the rope that boundTirian's chest and was wrinkling his blunt nose in front of Tirian's face. Then the secondMouse climbed up and hung on just below the first Mouse. The other beasts stood on theground and began handing things up.\"Drink, Sire, and then you'll find you are able to eat,\" said the topmost Mouse, and Tirianfound that a little wooden cup was being held to his lips. It was only the size of an eggcup so that he had hardly tasted the wine in it before it was empty. But then the Mousepassed it down and the others re-filled it and it was passed up again and Tirian emptied ita second time. In this way they went on till he had quite a good drink, which was all thebetter for coming in little doses, for that is more thirst-quenching than one long draught.

\"Here is cheese, Sire,\" said the first Mouse, \"but not very much, for fear it would makeyou too thirsty.\" And after the cheese they fed him with oat-cakes and fresh butter, andthen with some more wine.\"Now hand up the water,\" said the first Mouse, \"and I'll wash the King's face. There isblood on it.\"Then Tirian felt something like a tiny sponge dabbing his face, and it was mostrefreshing.\"Little friends,\" said Tirian, \"how can I thank you for all this?\"\"You needn't, you needn't,\" said the little voices. \"What else could we do? We don't wantany other King. We're your people. If it was only the Ape and the Calormenes who wereagainst you we would have fought till we were cut into pieces before we'd let them tieyou up. We would, we would indeed. But we can't go against Aslan.\"\"Do you think it really is Aslan?\" asked the King.\"Oh yes, yes,\" said the Rabbit. \"He came out of the stable last night. We all saw him.\"\"What was he like?\" said the King.\"Like a terrible, great Lion, to be sure,\" said one of the Mice.\"And you think it is really Aslan who is killing the Wood-Nymphs and making you allslaves to the King of Calormen?\"\"Ah, that's bad, isn't it?\" said the second Mouse. \"It would have been better if we'd diedbefore all this began. But there's no doubt about it. Everyone says it is Aslan's orders.And we've seen him. We didn't think Aslan would be like that. Why, we - we wanted himto come back to Narnia.\"\"He seems to have come back very angry this time,\" said the first Mouse. \"We must allhave done something dreadfully wrong without knowing it. He must be punishing us forsomething. But I do think we might be told what it was!\"\"I suppose what we're doing now may be wrong,\" said the Rabbit.\"I don't care if it is,\" said one of the Moles. \"I'd do it again.\"But the others said, \"Oh hush,\" and \"Do be careful,\" and then they all said, \"We're sorry,dear King, but we must go back now. It would never do for us to be caught here.\"\"Leave me at once, dear Beasts,\" said Tirian. \"I would not for all Narnia bring any of youinto danger.\"

\"Goodnight, goodnight,\" said the Beasts, rubbing their noses against his knees. \"We willcome back - if we can.\" Then they all pattered away and the wood seemed darker andcolder and lonelier than it had been before they came.The stars came out and time went slowly on - imagine how slowly - while that last Kingof Narnia stood stiff and sore and upright against the tree in his bonds. But at lastsomething happened.Far away there appeared a red light. Then it disappeared for a moment and came backagain, bigger and stronger. Then he could see dark shapes going to and fro on this side ofthe light and carrying bundles and throwing them down. He knew now what he waslooking at. It was a bonfire, newly lit, and people were throwing bundles of brushwoodon to it. Presently it blazed up and Tirian could see that it was on the very top of the hill.He could see quite clearly the stable behind it, all lit up in the red glow, and a great crowdof Beasts and Men between the fire and himself. A small figure, hunched up beside thefire, must be the Ape. It was saying something to the crowd, but he could not hear what.Then it went and bowed three times to the ground in front of the door of the stable. Thenit got up and opened the door. And something on four legs - something that walked ratherstiffly - came out of the stable and stood facing the crowd.A great wailing or howling went up, so loud that Tirian could hear some of the words.\"Aslan! Aslan! Aslan!\" cried the Beasts. \"Speak to us. Comfort us. Be angry with us nomore.\"From where Tirian was he could not make out very clearly what the thing was; but hecould see that it was yellow and hairy. He had never seen the Great Lion. He had neverseen a common lion. He couldn't be sure that what he saw was not the real Aslan. He hadnot expected Aslan to look like that stiff thing which stood and said nothing. But howcould one be sure? For a moment horrible thoughts went through his mind: then heremembered the nonsense about Tash and Aslan being the same and knew that the wholething must be a cheat.The Ape put his head close up to the yellow thing's head as if he were listening tosomething it was whispering to him. Then he turned and spoke to the crowd, and thecrowd wailed again. Then the yellow thing turned clumsily round and walked - you mightalmost say, waddled - back into the stable and the Ape shut the door behind it. After thatthe fire must have been put out for the light vanished quite suddenly, and Tirian was oncemore alone with the cold and the darkness.He thought of other Kings who had lived and died in Narnia in old times and it seemed tohim that none of them had ever been so unlucky as himself. He thought of his great-grandfather's great-grandfather King Rilian who had been stolen away by a Witch whenhe was only a young prince and kept hidden for years in the dark caves beneath the landof the Northern Giants. But then it had all come; right in the end, for two mysterious

children had suddenly appeared from the land beyond the world's end and had rescuedhim so that he came home to Narnia and had a long and prosperous reign. \"It's not likethat with me,\" said Tirian to himself. Then he went further back and: thought aboutRilian's father, Caspian the Seafarer, whose wicked uncle King Miraz had tried to murderhim and how Caspian had fled away into the woods and lived among the Dwarfs. But thatstory too had all come right in the end: for Caspian also had been helped by children -only there were four of them that time - who came from somewhere beyond the worldand fought a great battle and set him on his father's throne. \"But it was all long ago,\" saidTirian to himself. \"That sort of thing doesn't happen now.\" And then he remembered (forhe had always been good at history when he was a boy) how those same four childrenwho had helped Caspian had been in Narnia over a thousand years before; and it was thenthat they had done the most remarkable thing of all. For then they had defeated theterrible White Witch and ended the Hundred Years of Winter, and after that they hadreigned (all four of them together) at Cair Paravel, till they were no longer children butgreat Kings and lovely Queens, and their reign had been the golden age of Narnia. AndAslan had come into that story a lot. He had come into all the other stories too, as Tiriannow remembered. \"Aslan - and children from another world,\" thought Tirian. \"They havealways come in when things were at their worst. Oh, if only they could now.\"And he called out \"Aslan! Aslan! Aslan! Come and help us now.\"But the darkness and the cold and the quietness went on just the same.\"Let me be killed,\" cried the King. \"I ask nothing for myself. But come and save allNarnia.\"And still there was no change in the night or the wood, but there began to be a kind ofchange inside Tirian. Without knowing why, he began to feel a faint hope. And he feltsomehow stronger. \"Oh Aslan, Aslan,\" he whispered. \"If you will not come yourself, atleast send me the helpers from beyond the world. Or let me call them. Let my voice carrybeyond the world.\" Then, hardly knowing that he was doing it, he suddenly cried out in agreat voice:\"Children! Children! Friends of Narnia! Quick. Come to me. Across the worlds I callyou; I Tirian, King of Narnia, Lord of Cair Paravel, and Emperor of the Lone Islands!\"And immediately he was plunged into a dream (if it was a dream) more vivid than any hehad had in his life.He seemed to be standing in a lighted room where seven people sat round a table. Itlooked as if they had just finished their meal. Two of those people were very old, an oldman with a white beard and an old woman with wise, merry, twinkling eyes. He who satat the right hand of the old man was hardly full grown, certainly younger than Tirianhimself, but his face had already the look of a king and a warrior. And you could almostsay the same of the other youth who sat at the right hand of the old woman. Facing Tirianacross the table sat a fair-haired girl younger than either of these, and on either side of her

a boy and girl who were younger still. They were all dressed in what seemed to Tirian theoddest kind of clothes.But he had no time to think about details like that, for instantly the younger boy and boththe girls started to their feet, and one of them gave a little scream. The old woman startedand drew in her breath sharply. The old man must have made some sudden movement toofor the wine glass which stood at his right hand was swept off the table: Tirian could hearthe tinkling noise as it broke on the floor.Then Tirian realized that these people could see him; they were staring at him as if theysaw a ghost. But he noticed that the king-like one who sat at the old man's right nevermoved (though he turned pale) except that he clenched his hand very tight. Then he said:\"Speak, if you're not a phantom or a dream. You have a Narnian look about you and weare the seven friends of Narnia.\"Tirian was longing to speak, and he tried to cry out aloud that he was Tirian of Narnia, ingreat need of help. But he found (as I have sometimes found in dreams too) that his voicemade no noise at all.The one who had already spoken to him rose to his feet. \"Shadow or spirit or whateveryou are,\" he said, fixing his eyes full upon Tirian. \"If you are from Narnia, I charge youin the name of Aslan, speak to me. I am Peter the High King.\"The room began to swim before Tirian's eyes. He heard the voices of those seven peopleall speaking at once, and all getting fainter every second, and they were saying thingslike, \"Look! It's fading.\" \"It's melting away.\" \"It's vanishing.\" Next moment he was wideawake, still tied to the tree, colder and stiffer than ever. The wood was full of the pale,dreary light that comes before sunrise, and he was soaking wet with dew; it was nearlymorning.That waking was about the worst moment he had ever had in his life.CHAPTER FIVEHOW HELP CAME TO THE KINGBur his misery did not last long. Almost at once there came a bump, and then a secondbump, and two children were standing before him. The wood in front of him had beenquite empty a second before and he knew they had not come from behind his tree, for hewould have heard them. They had in fact simply appeared from nowhere. He saw at aglance that they were wearing the same queer, dingy sort of clothes as the people in his

dream; and he saw, at a second glance, that they were the youngest boy and girl out ofthat party of seven.\"Gosh!\" said the boy, \"that took one's breath away! I thought -\"\"Hurry up and get him untied,\" said the girl. \"We can talk, afterwards.\" Then she added,turning to Tirian, \"I'm sorry we've been so long. We came the moment we could.\"While she was speaking the Boy produced a knife from his pocket and was quicklycutting the King's bonds: too quickly, in fact, for the King was so stiff and numb thatwhen the last cord was cut he fell forward on his hands and knees. He couldn't get upagain till he had brought some life back into his legs by a good rubbing.\"I say,\" said the girl. \"It was you, wasn't it, who appeared to us that night when we wereall at supper? Nearly a week ago.\"\"A week, fair maid?\" said Tirian. \"My dream led me into your world scarce ten minutessince.\"\"It's the usual muddle about times, Pole,\" said the Boy.\"I remember now,\" said Tirian. \"That too comes in all the old tales. The time of yourstrange land is different from ours. But if we speak of Time, 'tis time to be gone fromhere: for my enemies are close at hand. Will you come with me?\"\"Of course,\" said the girl. \"It's you we've come to help.\"Tirian got to his feet and led them rapidly down hill, Southward and away from thestable. He knew where he meant to go but his first aim was to get to rocky places wherethey would leave no trail, and his second to cross some water so that they would leave noscent. This took them about an hour's scrambling and wading and while that was goingon nobody had any breath to talk. But even so, Tirian kept on stealing glances at hiscompanions. The wonder of walking beside the creatures from another world made himfeel a little dizzy: but it also made all the old stories seem far more real than they hadever seemed before . . . anything might happen now.\"Now,\" said Tirian as they came to the head of a little valley which ran down before themamong young birch trees, \"we are out of danger of those villains for a space and maywalk more easily.\" The sun had risen, dew-drops were twinkling on every branch, andbirds were singing.\"What about some grub? - I mean for you, Sir, we two have had our breakfast,\" said theBoy.

Tirian wondered very much what he meant by \"grub\", but when the Boy opened a bulgysatchel which he was carrying and pulled out a rather greasy and squashy packet, heunderstood. He was ravenously hungry, though he hadn't thought about it till thatmoment. There were two hard-boiled egg sandwiches, and two cheese sandwiches, andtwo with some kind of paste in them. If he hadn't been so hungry he wouldn't havethought much of the paste, for that is a sort of food nobody eats in Narnia. By the time hehad eaten all six sandwiches they had come to the bottom of the valley and there theyfound a mossy cliff with a little fountain bubbling out of it. All three stopped and drankand splashed their hot faces.\"And now,\" said the girl as she tossed her wet hair back from her forehead, \"aren't yougoing to tell us who you are and why you were tied up and what it's all about?\"\"With a good will, damsel,\" said Tirian. \"But we must keep on the march.\" So while theywent on walking he told them who he was and all the things that had happened to him.\"And now,\" he said at the end, \"I am going to a certain tower, one of three that were builtin my grandsire's time to guard Lantern Waste against certain perilous outlaws whodwelled there in his day. By Aslan's good will I was not robbed of my keys. In that towerwe shall find stores of weapons and mail and some victuals also, though no better thandry biscuit. There also we can lie safe while we make our plans. And now, prithee, tellme who you two are and all your story.\"\"I'm Eustace Scrubb and this is Jill Pole,\" said the Boy. \"And we were here once before,ages and ages ago, more than a year ago by our time, and there was a chap called PrinceRilian, and they were keeping this chap underground, and Puddleglum put his foot in -\"\"Ha!\" cried Tirian, \"are you then that Eustace and that Jill who rescued King Rilian fromhis long enchantment?\"\"Yes, that's us,\" said Jill. \"So he's King Rilian now, is he? Oh of course he would be. Iforgot-\"\"Nay,\" said Tirian, \"I am the seventh in descent from him. He has been dead over twohundred years.\"Jill made a face. \"Ugh!\" she said. \"That's the horrid part about coming back to Narnia.\"But Eustace went on.\"Well now you know who we are, Sire,\" he said. \"And it was like this. The Professor andAunt Polly had got all us friends of Narnia together -\"\"I know not these names, Eustace,\" said Tirian.\"They're the two who came into Narnia at the very beginning, the day all the animalslearned to talk.\"

\"By the Lion's Mane,\" cried Tirian. \"Those two! The Lord Digory and the Lady Polly!From the dawn of the world! And still in your place? The wonder and the glory of it! Buttell me, tell me.\"\"She isn't really our aunt, you know,\" said Eustace. \"She's Miss Plummer, but we call herAunt Polly. Well those two got us all together partly just for fun, so that we could allhave a good jaw about Narnia (for of course there's no one else we can ever talk to aboutthings like that) but partly because the Professor had a feeling that we were somehowwanted over here. Well then you came in like a ghost or goodness-knows-what andnearly frightened the lives out of us and vanished without saying a word. After that, weknew for certain there was something up.The next question was how to get here. You can't go just by wanting to. So we talked andtalked and at last the Professor said the only way would be by the Magic Rings. It was bythose Rings that he and Aunt Polly got here long, long ago when they were only kids,years before we younger ones were born. But the Rings had all been buried in the gardenof a house in London (that's our big town, Sire) and the house had been sold. So then theproblem was how to get at them. You'll never guess what we did in the end! Peter andEdmund - that's the High King Peter, the one who spoke to you - went up to London toget into the garden from the back, early in the morning before people were up. They weredressed like workmen so that if anyone did see them it would look as if they'd come to dosomething about the drains. I wish I'd been with them: it must have been glorious fun.And they must have succeeded for next day Peter sent us a wire - that's a sort of message,Sire, I'll explain about it some other time - to say he'd got the Rings. And the day afterthat was the day Pole and I had to go back to school - we're the only two who are still atschool and we're at the same one. So Peter and Edmund were to meet us at a place on theway down to school and hand over the Rings. It had to be us two who were to go toNarnia, you see, because the older ones couldn't come again. So we got into the trainthat's a kind of thing people travel in in our world: a lot of wagons chained together - andthe Professor and Aunt Polly and Lucy came with us. We wanted to keep together as longas we could. Well there we were in the train. And we were just getting to the stationwhere the others were to meet us, and I was looking out of the window to see if I couldsee them when suddenly there came a most frightful jerk and a noise: and there we werein Narnia and there was your Majesty tied up to the tree.\"\"So you never used the Rings?\" said Tirian.\"No,\" said Eustace. \"Never even saw them. Aslan did it all for us in his own way withoutany Rings.\"\"But the High King Peter has them,\" said Tirian.\"Yes,\" said Jill. \"But we don't think he can use them. When the two other Pevensies -King Edmund and Queen Lucy - were last here, Aslan said they would never come toNarnia again. And he said something of the same sort to the High King, only longer ago.You may be sure he'll come like a shot if he's allowed.\"