CHAPTERSIXTEEOSHADOWLANDS
IFonewithoutgettingtired，Idon'tthinkonewouldoftenwanttodoatheremightbespecialreas，anditeadeEustatlyshout:
“Isay!Steady!Lookwhatwe&#to!”
A。FornowtheysawbeforethemPoolahePoolthehighunclimbabled，pdownthecliffs，thousandsoftonsofwatereverysed，flashinglikediamondsinsomepladdark，glassygreeheGreatWaterfall;ahuwasintheirears。
“Don'tstop!Furtherupandfurtherin，”calledFarsight，tiltinghisflightalittleup>
“It'sallverywellforhim，”saidEustace，butJewelalsocriedout:“Don'tstop。Furtherupaakeitinyourstride。”
HisvoicelyjustbeheardabovetheroarofthewaterbuteveryohehadpluhePool。Aerbehindhim，withsplashaftersplash，alltheothersdidthesame。Thewaterwasnotbitingcoldasallofthem（andespeciallyPuzzle）expected，butofadeliyess。TheyallfoundtheywereswimmingstraightfortheWaterfallitself。
“Thisisabsolutelycrazy，”saidEustaund。
“Iknow。A—”saidEdmund。
“Isn'titwonderful?”saidLucy。“Haveyounotie'tfeelafraid，eveo?Tryit。”
“ByJove，herone，”saidEustaceafterhehadtried。
JewelreachedthefootoftheWaterfallfirst，butTirianwasonlyjustbehindhim。Jillwaslast，soshecouldseethewholethiheothers。ShesawsomethingwhitemovingsteadilyupthefaceoftheWaterfall。ThatwhitethingwastheUni。You'ttellwhetherhewasswimming，buthemovedher。Thepointofhishorerjustabovehishead，anditcascadedoutintworainbow-coloredstreamsallroundhisshoulders。JustbehindhimgTirian。Hemovedhislegsandarmsasifhewereswimmiraightupwards:asifoneupthewallofahouse。
WhatlookedfuheDalloptheyhadalloutofbreath，butnow，astheyswarmedandwriggledupwards，therelentyofsplutteringandsneezingamowasbecausetheywouldkeep，aheybarkedtheygottheirmouthsandnosesfullofwater。ButbeforeJillhadtimetohesethingsfully，shewasgoierfallherself。Itwasthesortofthingthatwouldhavebeenquiteimpossibleinourworld。Evenifyouhadn'tbeendrowned，youwouldhavebeeopiecesbytheterribleweightailessjagsofrothatworldyoucoulddoit。Youwenton，upandup，withallkiedlightsflashingatyoufromthewaterandallmannerofcoloredstonesflashingthroughit，tillitseemedasifyouwereguplightitself—andalwayshigherahesewouldhaveterrifiedyouifyoucouldbeterrified，butlateritwasonlygloriouslyexdthenatlastohelovely，smoothgreenwhichtheouredoverthetopandfoundthatoonthelevelriverabovetheWaterfall。Thetwasragawaybehindyou，butyouweresuderfulswimmerthatyouakeheadwayagainstit。Soontheywereallonthebank，drippingbuthappy。
Alongvalleyopenedaheadasnow-mountains，nowmuearer，stoodupagainstthesky。
“Furtherupandfurtherin，”criedJewelandinstantlythey>
TheywereoutofNarnianoiernWildwhieitherTiriaerheEaglehadeverseeheLoryandtheLadyPollyhad。“Doyouremember?Doyouremember?”theysaid—andsaiditinsteadyvoicestoo，withoutpanting，thoughthewholepartywasnfasterthananarrowflies。
“What，Lord?”saidTirian。“Isittheoriestell，thatyoutwojourheverydaytheworld>
“Yes，”saidDigory，“aomeasifitwereoerday。”
“Andonaflyinghorse?”askedTirian。“Isthatparttrue?”
&ainly，”saidDigory。ButtheDogsbarked，“Faster，faster!”
SotheyranfasterawasmorelikeflyingthanrunniheEagleoverheadwasgoinghey。Ahroughwindierwindingvalleyaeepsidesofhillsahaheotherside，followingtheriveraimesgitandskimmingaouheywerelivis，tillatlastatthefarendofonelonglakewhichlookedasblueasaturquoise，theysawasmoothgreenhill。Itssidesasthesidesofapyramidandroureenwall:butabovethewallrosethebrareeswhoseleaveslookedlikesilveralikegold。
“FurtherupandfurtheriheUnidnooneheldback。Theychargedstraightatthefootofthehillahemselvesrunningupitalmostaswaterfromabrokenwaverunsuparockoutatthepoihoughtheslopewasnearlyassteepastheroofofahouseandthegrasswassmoothasabowlinggreen，nooneslipped。Oheyhadreachedtheverytopdidtheyslowup;thatwasbecausetheyfoundthemselvesfaggreatgoldengates。Andforamomehemwasboldenoughtotryifthegateswouldopen。Theyallfeltjustastheyhadfeltaboutthefruit“Darewe?Isitright?itbemeantforus?”
Butwhiletheywerestandingthusagreathorn，wonderfullylouda，blewfromsomewhereiwalledgardeesswungopen。
Tirianstoodholdihandwwhowouldeout。Andwhatcamewasthelastthinghehadexpected:alittle，sleek，bright-eyedTalkiharedfeatherstuaitsheadapawrestingonalongsword。Itbowed，amostbeautifulbow，andsaidinitsshrillvoie，intheLion'sherupandfurtherin。”
&iriansawKierandKingEdmundandQueenLucyrushforwardtokneeldowheMouseandtheyallcriedout“Reepicheep!”AndTiriawiththesheerwo，forhewaslookihegreatheroesofNarheMousewhohadfoughtatthegreatBattleofBerunaandafterwardsailedtotheWorld'sendwithKingtheSeafarer。Butbeforehehadhadmuchtimetothinkofthishefelttwarmsthrownabouthimaabeardedkissonhisdheardawellrememberedvoig:“What，lad?Artthidtallersiouchedthee!”
ItwashisoodKingErlian:butnotasTirianhadseenhimlastwhehimhomepaleandwoundedfromhisfightwiththegiairianrememberedhiminhislateryearswhenhewasagray-headedwarrior。Thiswashisfather，youngandmerry，ashecouldjustrememberhimfromveryearlydayswhenhehimselfhadbeenalittleboyplayihhisfatherilegardenatCairParavel，justbeforebedtimes。Theverysmellofthebread-aohaveforsuppercameba。