CHAPTERFIFTEEHISSTORYANDTHEBEGINNINGOFALLTHEOTHERS
“YOUneednswhenIamwithyou,”saidthevoiceofAslan。Theblinkedahem。Theywereoheorlds;Undrewlayonthegrass,stillasleep;Aslahem。
“e,”saidAslan;“itistimethatyouwentback。Buttherearetwothi;awarning,andaand。Lookhere,。”
Theylookedandsawalittlehollowinthegrass,withagrassybottom,warmanddry。
“Whehere,”saidAslan,“thatholloool,andwhenyoujumpedintoityoucametothewsuheruinsof。Thereisnopoolnow。Thatworldisended,asifithadheraaakewarning。”
“Yes,Aslan,”saidboththe。ButPollyadded,“Butwe'renotquiteasbadasthatworld,are>
“erofEve,”hesaid。“ymorelikeit。ItishatsomewieofyourraotfindoutasecretasevilastheDeplorableWordaodestroyalllivingthings。Andsoon,verysoon,beforeyouareanoldmanandanoldwomaionsinyourworldwillberuledbytyrantswhooreforjoyandjustidmertheEmpressJadis。Letyourworldbeware。Thatisthewarning。Nowfortheand。Assoonasyou,takefromthisUnagidburythemsothatnoohemagain。”
BoththewerelookingupintotheLion'sfaceashespokethesewords。Andallatoheylyhoehefaceseemedtobeaseaoftossinggoldinwhichtheywerefloating,andsuchasowerrolledaboutthemahemahattheyfelttheyhadneverreallybeenhappyood,orevenaliveandawake,before。Ahatmomehemalways,sothataslohlived,ifevertheyweresadorafraidry,thethoughtofallthatgoldehefeelingthatitwasstillthere,quiteclose,justroundsomeerorjustbehindsomedoor,wouldebadmakethemsure,deepdowallwaswell。eallthreeofthem(Undreake)cametumblingintothe,andhotsmellsofLondon。
TheywereosidetheKetterleys'frontdoor,aheWitch,theHorse,andtheCabbyweregwasexactlyastheyhadleftit。Thereost,with;therewasthewreckofthehansomdtherewasthecrowd。Everyoilltalkingandpeoplewerekhedamagedpoli,sayingthingslike,“He'singround”or“Howdoyoufeelno?”or“TheAmbulancewillbehereinajiffy。”
&!”thoughtDigory,“Ibelievethewholeadveakeall。”
MostpeoplewerewildlylookingroundforJadisandthehorse。ookahefornoohemgoorhemingback。AsforUbetweeeofhisdthehoneyonhisface,heothavebeenreizedbyaudoorofthehouseenandthehousemaidwasstandinginthedoatthefun(whatadaythatgirlwashaving!)sothehadnodiffibustlingUndrewindoorsbeforeanyoneaskedaions。
Heracedupthestirsbeforethemandatfirsttheywereveryafraidhewasheadingforhisattittohidehisremainingmagigs。Buttheyhavebothered。Whathewasthinkingaboutwasthebottleinhiswardrobe,andhedisappearedatoohisbedroomahedoor。Wheagain(whitime)hewasinhisdressinggowforthebathroom。
“yougetthes,Poll?”saidDigory。“IwanttogotoMother。”
“Right。Seeyoulater,”saidPollyaheatticstairs。
ThenDigorytookamihisbreath,alyintohisMother'sroom。Andthereshelay,ashehadseenherliesomaimes,proppeduponthepilloalefaakeyoucrytolookat。DigorytooktheAppleofLifeoutofhispocket。
AndjustastheWitchJadishadlookeddifferentwhenyousawherinourworldinsteadofinherowofthatmountaingardenlookeddifferenttoo。Therewereofcourseallsortssihecoloredeoheer,thesunlightfromthewindow,andMother'spretty,palebluedressihemomentDigorytooktheAppleoutofhispocket,allthosethiohavesycoloratall。Everyohesunlight,lookedfadedanddiheApplethrewstrasontheothihlookingat:you'tlookatanythihesmelloftheAppleofYouthwasasifthereihatopenedonHeaven。
“,howlovely,”saidDigory'sMother。
“Youwilleatit,won'tyou?Please,”saidDigory。
“Idon'tknowwhattheDoctorwouldsay,”sheareally—IalmostfeelasifIcould。”
&andcutitupaoherpiecebypieosoonerhadshefihanshesmiledandherheadsankbathepillowandshe:areal,natural,gehoutanyofthosenastydrugs,whichwas,asDigorykhinginthewholeworldthatshewa。Andhewassurenowthatherfacelookedalittledifferedownandkissedherverysoftlyaheroomwithabeatiakingthecoreoftheapplewithhim。Fortherestofthatday,wheneverhelookedatthethingsabouthim,andsawhowordinaryandunmagicaltheywere,hehardlydaredtohope;butwhehefaceofAslanhedidhope。
ThatevehecoreoftheAppleintheba。
&mwheormadehisusualvisit,DigoryleahebaolisteheDoeoutwithAuyandsay:
“MissKetterley,thisisthemostextraordinarycaseIhaveknowninmywholemedicalcareer。Itis—itislikeamiracle。Iwouldn'ttellthelittleboyanythi;wedon'twanttoraiseanyfalsehopes。Butinmyopinion—”thenhisvoicebecametoolo>
ThatafterhegardenaheiragreedsealforPolly(shehadn'tbeebackthedaybefore)。
“Whatluck?”saidPolly,lookihewall。“Imean,aboutyourMother?”
“Ithink—Ithinkitisgoingtht,”saidDigory。“Butifyoudon'tmindI'dreallyrathernottalkaboutityet。Whatabs?”
“I'vegotthemall,”saidPolly。“Look,it'sallright,Iloves。Let'sburythem。”
&'s。I'vemarkedtheplacewhereIburiedthecoreoftheAppleyesterday。”
ThenPollycameoverthewallahertotheplace。But,asittur,Digoryhavemarkedtheplaethingwasalreadyingup。ItwasnsothatyoucouldseeitgrowasthereeshaddoneinNarnia;butitwasalreadywellabovegrourowelahemagigs,ingtheirownones,i。
AboutaweekafterthisitwasquitethatDigory'sMettiafhtlatershewasabletositoutinthegarden。AndamowholehousehadbeeadiffereLettydideverythingthatMotherliked;ereopened,frowsysweredrawnbackthtehereerseverywhere,ahiheoldpianowastuhertagain,andhadsuchgameswithDigoryandPollythatAuywouldsay“Ideclare,Mabel,ygestbabyofthethree。”
&hingsg,you'llfindtheyusuallygooingworseforsometime;butwhenthighttheyofteteraeraboutsixweeksofthislovelylifetheregletterfromFatherinIndia,whiderful。OldGreat-UncleKirkehaddieda,apparently,thatFatherwasnowveryrich。HewasgoiireandIndiaforeverahegreatbighouseiry,whichDigoryhadheardofallhislifeandneverseenwouldheirhome;thebighousewiththesuitsofarmor,thestables,thekehepark,thehot-houses,thevihewoods,aai。SothatDigoryfeltjustassureasyouthattheywereallgoingtolivehappilyeverafter。Butperhapsyouwouldliketoknowjustohingsmore。
PollyandDigorywerealwaysgreatfriendsandsheearlyeveryholidaystostaywiththemattheirbeautifulhouseiry;andthatwaswhereshelearorideandswimandmilkandbakeandclimb。
Inslivedipeadjoyayothereroublethatpleasantlandformanyhundredyears。KingFrankandQueeheirlivedhappilyinNarniaandtheirseeKingofArd。Theboysmarriednymphsandthegirlsmarriedwoodgods。Thelamp-postwhichthelahoutknowingit)shonedayandnightintheNarhattheplacewhereitgrewcametobeternWaste;andwheer,anotherotintoNarnia,onasnowyhelightstillburning。Andthatadventurewas,inaway,ectedwiththeobeentellingyou。
Itwaslikethis。ThetreewhigfromtheApplethatDigoryplaheba,livedaoafiree。Growinginthesoilofourworld,faroutofthesoundofAslan'svoidfarfromtheyoungairofNarnia,itdidnotbearapplesthatwouldreviveadyingwomanasDigory'sMotherhadbeehoughitdidbearapplesmorebeautifulthananyland,aremelygoodforyou,thoughnotfullymagical。Butiheverysapofit,thetree(sotospeak)thatothertreeinNarniatowhietimesitwouldmovemysteriouslywhenthereing:IthinkthatwhenthishappeherewerehighwindsinNarniaareequiveredbecause,atthatmomereewasrodswayinginastrongsouth-westerngale。However,thatmightbe,itrovedlaterthattherewasstillmagiitsworywasquitemiddle-aged(andhewasafamouslearnedman,aPrreattravellerbythattime)aerleys'oldhousebeloohim,therewasagreatstormalloverthesouthofEnglandwhichblewthetreedown。He'tbeartohaveitsimplychoppedupforfirewood,sohehadpartofthetimbermadeintoawardrobe,whichheputinhisbighouseiry。Andthoughhehimselfdidnotdisagicpropertiesofthatwardrobe,someohatwasthebeginningofalltheingsandgoiweenNarniaandourworld,whireadofinotherbooks。
WhenDigoryatoliveinthebigtryhouse,theytookUolivewiththem;fory'sFathersaid,“Wemusttrytokeeptheoldfellowoutofmisditisn'tfairthatpoorLettyshouldhavehimalwaysonherhands。”UriedanyMagiaslongashelived。Hehadlearnedhislesson,andinhisoldagehebeidlessselfisholdmanthanhehadeverbeehealwayslikedtogetvisitorsalohebilliard-roomahemstoriesaboutamysteriouslady,afnroyalty,withwhomhehaddrivenaboutLondoempershehad,”hewouldsay。“Butshewasademfinewoman,sir,ademfine