CHAPTERFHTFALLSONNARNIA
&oodbesideAslan，htside，ahroughtheopendoor>
Thebo。Ohallwasblafactyouothavetoldthatyintoawoodifyouhadhedarkshapesofthetreesehestarsbegan。ButwhenAslanhadrain，outoheysawanotherblackshape。Thatis，theysaatchwheretherewerenostars:achroseuphigherandhigheraheshapeofamaofallgiants。TheyallknewNaroworkoutwherehemustbestabeonthehighmoorlandsthatstretchawaytotheheRiverShribble。ThenJillaacerememberedhowongago，inthedeepeaththosemoors，theyhadseeasleepahathisherTime，andthathewouldwakeoheworldended。
“Yes，”saidAslan，thoughtheyhadnotspoken。“Whilehelaydreaminghisime。Nowthatheisawakehewillhaveanewone。”
&hegreatgiantraisedahorntohismouth。Theycouldseethisbythegeoftheblackshapehemadeagaiars。Afterthat—quiteabitlater，bedtravelssoslowly—theyheardthesoundhandterrible，yete，deadlybeauty。
&heskybecamefullofshootingstars。Eveingstarisafiosee;buttheseweredozens，andtheheillitwaslikesilverrain:aonandohadgoneonforsomewhile，owoofthembegantothinkthattherewasanotherdarkshapeagainsttheskyaswellasthegiant's。Itwasiplace，rightoverhead，upintheveryroofoftheskyasyoumightcallit。“Perhapsitisacloud，”thoughtEdmund。Ataherewerenostarsthere:justblaess。Butallaround，thedownpourofstarswentoarlesspattogrfurtherafromtheterofthesky。Alyaquarterofthewholeskywasbladthenahalf，andatlasttherainofshooingononlylowdowhehorizon。
Withathrillofwoherewassometerrorinittoo）theyallsuddenlyrealizedening。Thespreadingblaesswasnotacloudatall:itlyemptiheblackpartoftheskyartinwhichtherewerenostarsleft。Allthestarswerefalling:Aslanhadcalledthemhome。
&fewsedsbeforetherainofstarshadquiteendedwereveryexg。Starsbeganfallingallrouarsinthatworldareflamiheyareinours。Theyarepeople（EdmundandLuetone）。Sonowtheyfoundshlitterihlonghairlikeburningsilverandspearslikewhite-hotmetal，rushingdowoftheblackair，swifterthanfalliheymadeahissiheylandedandburntthegrass。Aarsglidedpastthemandstoodsomewherebehind，alittletht。
Thiswasagreatadvaherwise，nowthattherewerenostarsinthesky，everythingwouldhavebeeelydarkandyoucouldhaveseennothing。Asitwas，thecrowdofstarsbehiafierce，whitelightovertheirshoulders。TheyileuponmileofNarnianwoodsspreadoutbeforethem，lookingasiftheywerefloodlit。Everybushandalmosteverybladeofgrasshaditsblackshadowbehindit。Theedgeofeveryleafstoodoutsosharpthatyou'dthinkyoucouldcutyeronit。
Onthegrassbeforethemlaytheirownshadows。ButthegreatthingwasAslan'sshadow。Itstreamedawaytotheirleft，enormousaerrible。Andallthiswasuhatwouldarlessforever。
&frombehindthem（andalittletht）wassthatitlitupeventheslopesoftheNorthernMoors。Somethingwasmovingthere。Enormousanimalsweregandslidingdownintreatdragonsandgiantlizardsaherlessbirdswithwis'wings。Theydisappearedintothewoodsandforafewmiherewassileherecame—atfirstfromveryfaroff—soundsofwailingandthen，fromeverydire，arustlingandapatteringandasoundofwings。Itearerandnearer。Soononecoulddistinguishthescamperoflittlefeetfromthepaddingofbigpaws，andtheclack-clackoflightlittlehoofsfromthethunderofgreatohenonecouldseethousandsofpairsofeyesgleaming。Andatlast，outoftheshadowofthetrees，ragupthehillfordearlife，bythousandsandbymillions，cameallkialkis，Dwarfs，Satyrs，Fauns，Giants，enfromArd，Monopods，ahlythingsfromtheremoteislandsoftheuernlands。AndalltheseranuptothedoorwaywhereAslanstood。
Thispartoftheadveheonlyonewhichseemedratherlikeadreamatthetimeaorememberproperlyafteree'tsayhowlongithadtakeseemedtohavelastedoes，butatothersitfeltasifitmighthavegoneonforyears。Obviously，uheDrownverymuchlargerorthecreatureshadsuddenlygrownassmallasgnats，acrowdlikethat'teverhavetriedthit。Butaboutthatsortofthiime。
&urescamerushingon，theireyesbrighteraheydrewnearerahestandingStars。ButastheycamerightuptoAslaheroftwothioea。Theyalllhtinhisfa'tthinktheyhadahat。Andwhensomelooked，theexpressionoftheirfagedterribly—itwasfearathat，oalkihefearaedonlyforafraofased。YoucouldseethattheysuddeheTalkiheywerejustordinaryanimals。AureswholookedatAslaninthatwayswervedtht，hisleft，aohishugeblackshadow，which（asyouhaveheard）streamedawaytotheleftofthedoorway。Theeversawthemagain。Idon'tknowwhatbe。ButtheotherslookedinthefaceofAslahoughsomeofthemwereveryfrighteime。AndalltheseattheDoor，inonAslan&#ht。Thereweresomequeerspe。EustareizedohoseveryDwarfsedtoshoottheHorses。Buthehadowohatsortofthing（andanywayitwasnobusinessofhis）freatjoyputeverythiofhishead。AmongthehappycreatureswhonroundTirianandhisfriehosewhomtheyhadthoughtdead。TherewasRooauraheUnidthegoodBoarandthegoodBear，andFarsighttheEagle，andthedearDogsandtheHorses，andPoggintheD
“Furtherinandhigherup!”witandthunderedatotheWest。Andthoughtheydidandhim，thewordssomehowsetthemtingliheBruhemcheerfully。TheBearwasjustgoingtomutterthathestilldidn'tuand，whesightofthefruit-treesbehindthem。Hewaddledtothosetreesasfastashedthere，nodoubt，fouhioodverywell。ButtheDogsremained，waggiails，andPogginremained，shakinghandswitheveryalloverhishofadJewelleanedhissnowywhitehead'sshoulderandtheKingwhisperedinJewel'sear。TheurentionagaintowhatcouldbeseenthroughtheDoor>
TheDragonsandGiantLizardsnowhadNarniatothemselves。Theywenttupthetreesbytherothemupasiftheyweresticksofrhubarb。Mietheforestsdisappeared。Thewholetrybecamebareandyoucouldseeallsortsofthingsaboutitsshape—allthelittlehumpsandhollowswhichyouhadicedbefrassdied。SoonTirianfoundthathewaslookingataworldofbarerodearth。Youcouldhardlybelievethatanythihere。Themohemselvesgrewoldandlaydowheirfleshshrivelledupandthebonesappeared:soontheywereoonsthatlayhereahedeadrogasiftheyhaddiedthousandstimeeverythingwasstill。
Atlastsomethingwhite—along，levelliegleamediofthestandingstars—gtowardthemfromtheEasterheworld。
Awidespreadhesileamurmurthehenaroar。Andnowtheycouldseeasing，andhowfastitcame。Itwasafoamingwallofwater。Theseawasrising。Inthattree-lessworldyoucouldseeitverywell。Youcouldseealltheriversgettihelakesgettinglarger，aelakesjoiningintoone，aurningintonewlakes，andhillsturningintoislands，ahoseislandsvanishing。AndthehighmoorstotheirleftandthehighermountaicrumbledandslippeddownwitharoarandasplashiihewatercameswirlinguptotheverythresholdoftheDoorway（butneverpassedit）sothatthefoamsplashedaboutAslan'sforefeet。Allerfromwheretheystoodtowherethewatersmetthesky。
Abegantht。Astreakofdrearyanddisastrousdawnspreadalongthehorizon，andwidenedaer，tilliheyhardlyhelightofthestarswhostoodbehilastthesuncameup。Whenitdid，theLoryandtheLadyPollylookedatoheralewo，iworld，hadonadyingsun，aohissunalsowasdying。Itwasthreetimes—twentytimes—asbigasitoughttobe，andverydarkred。Asitsraysfellupoime-giauroo:aionofthatsunthewholewasteofshorelesswaterslookedlikeblood。
&heMooeinherwrongposition，veryclosetothesun，andshealsolookedred。Aofherthesuiflames，likewhiskersorsnakesoffire，towardher。Itisasifheustryingtodrawhertohimselfiadperhapshediddrawher。Atanyrateshe，slowlyatfirst，butthenmoreandmorequickly，tillatlasthislongflameslidherawetherandbeehugeballlikeaburningcoal。Greatlumpsoffirecamedroppingoutofitintotheseaandroseup。
ThenAslansaid，“Nowmakeanend。”
&hrewhishorheonearm—veryblackitlooked，andthousandsofmileslong—acrosstheskytillhishaheSuheSuinhishandasyouwouldsqueezeane。Andinstaaldarkness。
EveryoAslanjumpedbatheice-coldairthroughtheDoorway。Itsedgeswerealreadycoveredwithicicles。