'shandhadgoohisswordhilt，whenLucysaid，“Andyou'vealmostpromisedRamandu'sdaughtertogoback。”
paused。“Well，yes。Thereisthat，”hesaid。Hestoodirresoluteforamomeedouttotheshipingeneral。“Well，haveyourway。Thequestiseurupagain。”
“Sire，”saidReepicheep，“wedourn。I，asIexplainedbefore—”
&hundered。“I'vebeeI'lled。WillnooMouse?”
“YourMajestypromised，”saidReepicheep，“tobegoodlordtotheTalkisofNarnia。”
“Talkis，yes，”said。“Isaidnothingaboutbeaststhatalking。”Andheflungdowntheladderinatemperahe，slammingthedoor。
Butwhehersrejoinedhimalittlelatertheyfoundhimged;hewaswhiteaearsinhiseyes。
“It'snogood，”hesaid。“ImightaswellhavebehaveddetlyforallthegoodIdidwithmytemperandswagger。Aslanhasspokentome。No—Idon'tmeauallyhere。Hewouldn'tfitintothe，forohing。Butthatgoldlion'sheadonthewallcametolifeaome。Itwasterriblehiseyes。Notthathewasatallroughwithme—onlyabitsternatfirst。Butitwasterribleallthesame。Andhesaid—hesaid—oh，I'tbearit。Thewhecouldhavesaid。Yoon—ReepandEdmund，andLudEustadI'mtogobae。Andatondwhatisthegoodofanything?”
“，dear，”saidLucy。“Youknewwe'dhavetogobacktoourownworldsooer。”
“Yes，”saidwithasob，“butthisissooner。”
“You'llfeelbetterwheoRamandu'sIsland，”saidLucy。
Hecheeredupalittlelateron，butitwasagrievoobothsidesandIwill。Abouttwoo'theafterualledahoughtheythoughttheywouldherfoodnordrink）andwithReepicheep'sboard，theboatpulledawayfromtheDawhtheeoflilies。TheDawnTraderflewallherflagsandhungouthershieldstohoure。Tallandbigandhomelikeshelookedfromtheirlowpositionwiththeliliesallroundthem。Andbeforeshewasoutofsighttheysawherturnandbeginroard。YetthoughLucyshedafewtears，sheotfeelitasmuighthaveexpected。Thelight，thesileiheSilverSea，even（insomeoddway）theloself，weretooexg。
Therewasorow，forthetdriftedthemsteadilytotheeast。hemsleptorate。Allthatnightaheyglidedeastward，ahirddaydawhabrightnessyouorIotbearevenifwehaddarkglasseson—theysawawowasasifawallstoodupbetweehesky，agreenish-gray，trembling，shimmeringwall。Thehesun，andatitsfirstrisithroughthewallanditturowonderfulrainbowcolors。Thehewallwasreallyalong，tallwave—awaveendlesslyfixedinoneplaayofteheedgeofawaterfall。Itseemedtobeaboutthirtyfeethigh，awasglidilytowardit。Youmighthavesupposedtheywouldhavethoughter。Theydidn't。Idon'tthinkanyonecouldhaveiion。FornowtheysawsomethingnotohewavebutbehiheyothaveseeheireyeshadheeroftheLastSea。Butnowtheycouldlookattherisingsudseethi。Whattheysaw—eastward，beyondthesun—wasaraains。Itwassohighthateithertheyhetopofitortheyfotit。hemremembersseeinganyskyinthatdiredthemountainsmustreallyhavebeeheworld。Foranymouerofatwehatheightoughttohavehadi。Butthesewerewarmandgreenandfull，offorestsandwaterfallshhyoulooked。Aherecameabreezefromtheeast，tossihewaveintofoamyshapesandrufflihwaterallroulastedonlyasedorsobutwhatitbroughttheminthatseeofthosethreewilleverfet。Itbroughtbothasmellandasound，amusiuaevertalkaboutitafterward。Lucylysay，“Itwouldbreakyourheart。”“Why，”saidI，“wasitsosad?”“Sad!!No，”saidLucy。
boatdoubtedchattheywereseeiheEndoftheWorldintoAslan'stry。
Atthatmoment，withach，thebrouerwastooshallownowforit。“This，”saidReepicheep，“iswhereIgoonalone。”
&eventrytostopdim，fasifithadbeenfatedorhadhappeheyhelpedhimtolowerhislittlecorahetookoffhissword（“Ishallnomore，”hesaid）andflungitfarawayacrosstheIdledsea。Whereitfellitsthtwiththehiltabovethesurfahebadethemgtobesadfortheirsakesbuthewasquiveringiness。Lucy，forthefirstandlasttime，didwhatshehadalwayswaodo，takinghiminherarmsandghim。Thenhastilyhegotintohisdtookhispaddle，acaughtita，veryblastthelilies。Butnoliliesgreasasmoothgreehecoratmoreandmorequidbeautifullyitrushedupthewave'sside。ForosedtheysaeandReepicheep'sohenitvanished，amomerulyclaimtohaveseeheMouse。ButmybeliefisthathecamesafetoAslan'sdisalivetheretothisday。
Asthesuofthosemountaiheworldfadedaway。Thewaveremaiherewasonlyblueskybehindit。
Thegotoutoftheboataowardthewavebutsouthallofwateroheyothavetoldyouwhytheydidthis;itwastheirfate。Andthoughtheyhadfelt—andbeenverygrown-uporeader，theyheoppositeandheldhahroughthelilies。Theyired。Thearmagotshallower。Atlasttheywereondrysand，andtheneplainofveryfigrass，almostlevelwiththeSilverSeaandspreadiionwithoutsomuchasamolehill。
Andofcourse，asitalwaysdoesiplacewithouttrees，itlookedasiftheskyeetthegrassinfroastheywehestraimpressiolasttheskydidreallyedownandjoih—abluewall，verybright，butrealandslassthananythingelse。Andsooesureofit。Itwasverynearnow。
Butbetweehefootoftheskytherewassomethingsowhiterassthatevenwiththeireagles'eyestheycouldhardlylookatit。Theydsawthatit>
“eandhavebreakfast，”saidtheLambimilkyvoice。
&heyhefirsttimethattherewasafirelitonthegrassandfishroastingodowhefish，hungrynowforthefirsttimeformanydays。Anditwasthemostdeliciousfoodtheyhadevertasted。
“Please，Lamb，”saidLucy，“isthisthewaytoAslan'stry?”
“Notforyou，”saidtheLamb。“ForyouthedoorintoAslan'stryisfromyourownworld。”
“What!”saidEdmund。“IsthereawayintoAslan'stryfromourworldtoo?”
“Thereisawayintomytryfromalltheworlds，”saidtheLamb;butashespokehissnowywhiteflushedintotawnygoldandhissizedhewasAslaabovethemandsglightfromhismane。
“Oh，Aslan，”saidLucy。“Willyoutellushowtogetintoyourtryfromourworld?”
“Ishallbetellingyouallthetime，”saidAslan。“ButIwillnottellyouhowlongorshortthewaywillbe;onlythatitliesacrossariver。Butdo，forIamthegreatBridgeBuilder。Andnowe;Iwillopenthedoorintheskyaoyouro>
“Please，Aslan，”saidLucy。“Befo，willyoutelluswhenweebaiaagain?Please。Andoh，do，do，domakeitsoon。”'
&，”saidAslaly，“youandyourbrotherwilloNarnia。”
“Oh，Aslan!!”saidEdmundandLucybothtogetherindespairingvoices。
“Youaretooold，，”saidAslan，“andyoumustbegioyouro。”
“Itisn'tNarnia，youknow，”sobbedLucy。“It'syou。Weshan'tmeetyouthere。Andhowwelive，ingyou?”
“Butyoushallmeetme，dearone，”saidAslan。
“Areareyoutheretoo，Sir?”saidEdmund。
“Iam，”saidAslan。“ButthereIhaveanothername。YoumustlearntokhiswastheveryreasonwhyyhttoNarnia，thatbyknowingmehereforalittle，youmaykhere。”
“Aaevertoebackhereeither?”saidLucy。
“Child，”saidAslan，“doyoureallyoknowthat?openingthedoorihenalliherewasarendingofthebluewall（likeabeingtorn）andaterriblewhitelightfrombeyondthesky，andthefeelofAslan'smaneandaLion'skissontheirforeheadsahebarkbedroominAua'shomeinCambridge。
Onlytwsold。Odhismenallcamesafelybaandu'sIsland。Ahreelordswokefromtheirsleep。marriedRamandu'sdaughterandtheyallreaiaintheend，andshebecameagreatqueeherandgrandmreatkiheristhatbaourownworldeveryoartedsayiacehadimproved，andhow“You'dneverknowhimforthesameboy”:everyoAlberta，whosaidhehadbeeveryoiresomeanditmusthavebeentheihosePevensie。