CHAPTER TEN
THEMAGISBOOKTHEinvisiblepeoplefeastedtheirguestsroyally.Itwasveryfunnytoseetheplatesanddishesingtothetableandnottoseeanyonecarryiwouldhavebeenfunheyhadmovedalonglevelwiththefloor,asyouwouldexpectthingstodoininvisiblehands.Buttheydidnt.Theyprogressedupthelongdining-hallinaseriesofboundsorjumps.Atthehighestpointofeachjumpadishwouldbeaboutfifteeupintheair;thenitwouldedownandstopquitesuddenlyaboutthreefeetfromthefloor.Whenthedishtainedanythinglikesouporstewtheresultwasratherdisastrous.
"Imbeginningtofeelveryinquisitiveaboutthesepeople,"whisperedEustaund."Doyouthinktheyrehumanatall?Morelikehugegrasshiantfrogs,Ishouldsay.”
"Itdoeslooklikeit,"saidEdmund."ButdontputtheideaofthegrasshoppersintoLucyshead.Shesnottookeenos;especiallybigones.”
Themealwouldhavebeenpleasanterifithadnotbeensoexceedinglymessy,andalsoiftheversationhadnotsistedentirelyofagreements.Theinvisiblepeopleagreedabouteverything.Indeedmostoftheirremarkswerethesortitwouldnotbeeasytodisagreewith:"WhatIalwayssayis,shungry,helikessomevictuals,"or"Gettingdarknow;alwaysdoesatnight,"oreven"Ah,youveeoverthewater.
Powerfulwetstuff,aintit?"AndLucycouldnothelplookingatthedarkyawrahefootofthestaircase-shecouldseeitfromwhereshesat-andwwhatshewouldfindwheupthosestairsm.Butitwasagoodmeal
otherwise,withmushroomsoupandboiledchisandhotboiledhamandgooseberries,redcurrants,curds,cream,milk,aheotherslikedthemeadbutEustacewassorryafterwardsthathehaddrunkany.
WhenLucywokeupmitwaslikewakinguponthedayofanexaminationoradaywhenyoingtothedentist.ItwasalovelymwithbeesbuzzinginandoutofheropenwindowandthelawnoutsidelookingverylikesomewhereinEngland.
Shegotupanddressedandtriedtotalkaordinarilyatbreakfast.Then,afterbeinginstructedbytheChiefVoiceaboutwhatshewastodoupstairs,shebidgoodbyetotheothers,saidnothing,walkedtothebottomofthestairs,andbegangoingupthemwithoutoncelookingback.
Itwasquitelight,thatwasonegoodthing.Therewas,indeed,awindhtaheadofheratthetopofthefirstflight.Aslongasshewas9nthatflightshecouldhearthetick-tock-tick-tockofagrandfatherclothehallbelow.Thenshecametothelandingandhadtoturntoherleftuptheflight;afterthatshecouldhecloymore.
Nowshehadetothetopofthestairs.Lucylookedandsawalong,widepassagewithalargewindowatthefarend.Apparentlythepassageranthewholelengthofthehouse.Itwascarvedandpanelledandcarpetedandverymanydoorsopenedoffitoneachside.Shestoodstillandcouldhesqueakofamouse,orthebuzzingofafly,ortheswayingofacurtain,oranything-exceptthebeatingofherow.
"Thelastdoorwayo,"shesaidtoherself.Itdidseemabithardthatitshouldbethelast.Toreachitshewouldhavetoastroomafterroom.Andinanyroomtheremightbethemagi-asleep,orawake,orinvisible,orevendead.Butitwouldntdotothinkaboutthat.Shesetoutonherjourhecarpetwassothickthatherfeetmadenonoise.
"Theresnothingwhatevertobeafraidofyet,"Lucytoldherself.Aainlyitwasaquiet,sunlitpassage;perhapsabittooquiet.Itwouldhavebeeherehadrangesignspaintedinscarletonthedoorstwisty,plicatedthingswhichobviouslyhadameaninganditmightntbeaverynicemeaher.Itwouldhavebeeilliftherewerentthosemaskshangingonthewall.Notthattheywereexactlyugly-ornotsly-buttheemptyeye-holesdidlookqueer,andifyouletyourselfyouwouldsoonstartimaginingthatthemasksweredoingthingsassoonasyourbackwasturhem.
Afteraboutthesixthdotherfirstrealfright.Foronesedshefeltalmostcertainthatawickedlittlebeardedfacehadpoppedoutofthewallandmadeagrimaceather.Sheforcedherselftostopandlookatit.Anditwasnotafaceatall.Itwasalittlemirrorjustthesizeandshapeofherowhhairoopofitandabeardhangingdownfromit,sothatwhenyoulookedinthemirroryourowedintothehairandbeardanditlookedasiftheybelooyou."IjustcaughtmyownreflewiththetailofmyeyeasIwentpast,"saidLucytoherself."Thatwasallitwas.Itsquite
harmless."Butshedidntlikethelookofherowhthathairandbeard,aon.(IdontknowwhattheBeardedGlasswasforbecauseIamnotamagi.)
Beforeshereachedthelastdooro,Lucywasbeginningtowonderwhetherthecorridrownlongersinceshebeganherjourneyaherthisartofthemagicofthehouse.Butshegottoitatlast.Andthedooren.
Itwasalargeroomwiththreebigwindowsanditwaslinedfromfloortoceilingwithbooks;morebooksthanLucyhadeverseenbefore,tinylittlebooks,fatanddumpybooks,andbooksbiggerthananychurchBibleyouhaveeverseen,allboundiherandsmellingoldandlearnedandmagical.Butsheknewfromherinstrusthatshebotheraboutanyofthese.FortheBook,theMagicBook,waslyingonareading-deskintheverymiddleoftheroom.Shesawshewouldhavetoreaditstanding(andanywaytherewerenochairs)andalsothatshewouldhavetostandwithherbacktothedoorwhileshereadit.Soatouroshutthedoor.
Itwouldntshut.
SomepeoplemaydisagreewithLucyaboutthis,butIthinkshewasquiteright.Shesaidshewouldnthavemindedifshecouldhaveshutthedoor,butthatitleasanttohavetostandinaplacelikethatendoorwayrightbehindyourback.Ishouldhavefeltjustthesame.Buttherewasnothiobedone.
OhingthatworriedheragooddealwasthesizeoftheBook.TheChiefVoicehadnotbeeogiveheranyideawhereaboutsintheBookthespellformakingthingsvisiblecame.Heevenseemedrathersurprisedatherasking.Heexpectedhertobeginatthebeginningandgoontillshecametoit;obviouslyhehadhoughtthattherewasanyotherwayoffindingaplaabook."Butitmighttakemedaysandweeks!"saidLucy,lookingatthehugevolume,"andIfeelalreadyasifIdbeeninthisplaceforhours.”
Shewentuptothedeskandlaidherhandonthebook;herfiingledwheoucheditasifitwerefullofelectricity.Shetriedtoopenitbutcouldntatfirst;this,however,wasonlybecauseitwasfastewoleadenclasps,andwhenshehaduheseitopenedeasilyenough.Andwhatabookitwas!
Itwaswritten,notprinted;writteninaclear,evenhand,withthickdownstrokesandthinupstrokes,verylarge,easierthanprint,andsobeautifulthatLucystaredatitforawholeminuteandfotaboutreadingit.Thepaperwascrispandsmoothandanicesmellcamefromit;andinthemargins,androundthebigcolouredcapitallettersatthebeginningofeachspell,therewerepictures.
Therewasnotitlepageortitle;thespellsbeganstraightaway,andatfirsttherewasnothingveryimportantiheywerecuresforwarts(bywashingyourhandsinmoonlightinasilverbasin)andtoothadcramp,andaspellfortakingaswarmofbees.Thepictureofthemanwithtoothachewassolifelikethatitwouldhavesetyour
owhagifyoulookedatittoolong,andthegoldenbeeswhichweredottedallroundthefourthspelllookedforamomentasiftheywerereallyflying.
Lucycouldhardlytearherselfawayfromthatfirstpage,butwheurnedover,thewasjustasiing."ButImustgeton,"shetoldherself.Andoforaboutthirtypageswhich,ifshecouldhaverememberedthem,wouldhavetaughtherhowtofindburiedtreasure,howtorememberthingsfotten,howtetthingsyouwaet,howtotellwhetheranyoneeakih,ho(orprevent)wind,fog,snow,sleetorrain,howtoprodutedsleepsandhowtogiveamananassshead(astheydidtopoorBottom).Andthelongershereadthemorewonderfulandmorerealthepicturesbecame.
Thenshecametoapagewhichwassuchablazeofpicturesthatonehardlynoticedthewriting.Hardly-butshedidnoticethefirstwords.Theywere,Aninfalliblespelltomakebeautifulherthatutterethitbeyoofmortals.Lucypeeredatthepictureswithherfaceclosetothepage,andthoughtheyhadseemedcrowdedandmuddlesomebefore,shefoundshecouldhemquiteclearly.Thefirstictureofagirlstandingatareading-deskreadinginahugebook.AndthegirlwasdressedexactlylikeLuthepictureLucy(firliurewasLucyherself)wasstandingupwithhermouthopenandaratherterribleexpressiononherface,tingorregsomething.Ihirdpicturethebeautybeyoofmortalshadetoher.Itwasstrange,sideringhowsmallthepictureshadlookedatfirst,thattheLuthepicturenowseemedquiteasbigastherealLudtheylookedintoeachotherseyesandtherealLucylookedawayafterafewminutesbecauseshewasdazzledbythebeautyoftheotherLucy;thoughshecouldstillseeasortoflikeoherselfinthatbeautifulfadnowthepicturescamecrowdingohidfast.ShesawherselfthronedonhighatagreattourinenandalltheKingsoftheworldfoughtbecauseofherbeauty.Afterthatitturnedfromtourorealwars,andallNarniaandArland,Telmaranden,GalmaandTerebinthia,werelaidwastewiththefuryofthekingsanddukesalordswhofoughtforherfavour.ThenitgedandLucy,stillbeautifulbeyoofmortals,wasbaEngland.AndSusan(whohadalwaysbeenthebeautyofthefamily)camehomefromAmerica.TheSusaniurelookedexactlyliketherealSusanonlyplainerandwithanastyexpression.AndSusanwasjealousofthedazzliyofLucy,butthatdidntmatterabitbecausenoonecaredanythingaboutSusannow.
"Iwillsaythespell,"saidLucy."Idontcare.Iwill.”
ShesaidIdontcarebecauseshehadastrongfeelingthatshemustnt.
Butwhenshelookedbackattheopeningwordsofthespell,thereinthemiddleofthewriting,whereshefeltquitesuretherehadbeennopicturebefore,shefoundthegreatfaceofalion,ofTheLion,Aslanhimself,staringintohers.Itaintedsuchabrightgoldthatitseemedtobeingtowardsheroutofthepage;andindeedsheneverwasquitesureafterwardsthatithadntreallymovedalittle.Atanyrateshekhe
expressiononhisfacequitewell.Hewasgrowlingandyoucouldseemostofhisteeth.
Shebecamehorriblyafraidandturnedoverthepageatonce.
Alittlelatershecametoaspellwhichwouldletyouknowwhatyourfriendsthoughtaboutyou.NowLucyhadwantedverybadlytotrytheotherspell,theomadeyoubeautifulbeyoofmortals.Soshefeltthattomakeupfornothavingsaidit,shereallywouldsaythisone.Andallinahurry,forfearhermindwouldge,shesaidthewords(nothingwilliotellyouwhattheywere).Theedforsomethingtohappen.
Asnothinghappenedshebeganlookingatthepictures.Andallatonceshesawtheverylastthingsheexpected-apictureofathird-classcarriageinatrain,withtwoschoolgirlssittinginit.ShekhematoheywereMarjoriePrestonandAherstone.
Onlynowitwasmuchmorethanapicture.Itwasalive.Shecouldseethetelegraphpostsfligpastoutsidethewindow.Thengradually(likewhentheradiois"ingon")
shecouldhearwhattheyweresaying.
"ShallIseeanythingofyouthisterm?"saidAnne,"orareyoustillgoingtobealltakenupwithLucyPevensie.“
"Dontknowwhatyoumeanbytakenup,"saidMarjorie.
"Ohyes,youdo,"saidAnne."Youwerecrazyaboutherlastterm.”
"No,Iwasnt,"saidMarjorie."Ivegotmoresehanthat.Notabadlittlekidinherway.ButIwasgettiiredofherbeforetheendofterm.”
"Well,youjollywellwonthavetheyotherterm!"shoutedLucy."Two-facedlittlebeast."ButthesoundofherownvoiceatonceremindedherthatshewastalkingtoapictureandthattherealMarjoriewasfarawayinanotherworld.
"Well,"saidLucytoherself,"Ididthierofherthanthat.AndIdidallsortsofthingsforherlastterm,andIstucktoherwhennotmanyirlswould.Andsheknowsittoo.AndtoAherstoneofallpeople!Iwonderareallmyfriendsthesame?Therearelotsofotherpictures.No.Iwontlookatanymore.Iwont,Iwontandwithagreateffortsheturnedoverthepage,butnotbeforealarge,angrytearhadsplashedonit.
Opageshecametoaspell"fortherefreshmentofthespirit.Thepictureswerefewerherebutverybeautiful.AndwhatLucyfoundherselfreadingwasmorelikeastorythanaspell.Itwentonforthreepagesandbeforeshehadreadtothebottomofthepageshehadfottenthatshewasreadingatall.Shewaslivingioryasifitwerereal,andallthepictureswererealtoo.Whenshehadgottothethirdpageandetotheend,shesaid,"ThatisthelovelieststoryIveeverreadorevershallreadinmywholelife.Oh,IwishIcouldhavegoneonreadingitfortenyears.AtleastIllreaditain.”
ButherepartofthemagicoftheBookcameintoplay.Youcouldntturnback.Theright-handpages,theonesahead,couldbeturheleft-handpagescouldnot.
"Oh,whatashame!"saidLucy."Ididsowanttoreaditagain.Well,atleastImustrememberit.Letssee...itwasabout...about...ohdear,itsallfadingawayagain.
Ahislastpageisgoingblank.Thisisaveryqueerbook.HowIhavefotten?Itwasaboutadaswordandatreeandagreenhill,Iknowthatmuch.
ButItrememberandwhatshallIdo?”
Andshenevercouldremember;andeversidaywhatLucymeansbyagoodstoryisastorywhichremihefottenstoryintheMagisBook.
Sheturnedonandfoundtohersurpriseapagewithnopicturesatall;butthefirstwordselltomakehiddenthingsvisible.Shereaditthroughtomakesureofallthehardwordsandthensaiditoutloud.Andshekoitwaswbecauseasshespokethecolourscameintothecapitallettersatthetopofthepageauresbeganappearinginthemargins.ItwaslikewhenyouholdtothefiresomethingwritteninInvisibleInkainggraduallyshowsup;onlyinsteadofthedingycolouroflemonjuice(whichistheeasiestInvisibleInk)thiswasallgoldandblueandscarlet.TheywereoddpicturesandtainedmanyfiguresthatLucydidnotmuchlikethelookof.Andthehought,"IsupposeIvemadeeverythingvisible,andnotonlytheThumpers.Theremightbelotsofotherinvisiblethingshangingaboutaplacelikethis.ImnotsurethatIwanttoseethemall.”
Atthatmomentsheheardsoft,heavyfootfallsingalongthecorridorbehindher;andofcoursesherememberedwhatshehadbeentoldabouttheMagiwalkinginhisbarefeetandmakingnomorehanacat.Itisalwaysbettertoturnroundthantohaveanythingcreepingupbehindyourback.Lucydidso.
Thenherfacelituptill,foramoment(butofcourseshedidntknowit),shelookedalmostasbeautifulasthatotherLuthepicture,andsheranforwardwithalittlecryofdelightandwithherarmsstretchedout.ForwhatstoodinthedoorwaywasAslanhimself,TheLion,thehighestofallHighKings.Andhewassolidandrealandwarmaherkisshimandburyherselfinhisshiningmane.Andfromthelow,earthquake-likesoundthatcamefrominsidehim,Lucyevehinkthatheurring.
"Oh,Aslan,"saidshe,"itwaskindofyoutoe.”
"Ihavebeehetime,"saidhe,"butyouhavejustmademevisible.”
"Aslan!"saidLucyalmostalittlereproachfully."Dontmakefunofme.Asifanything1coulddowouldmakeyouvisible!”
"Itdid,"saidAslan."DoyouthinkIwouldntobeymyownrules?”
Afteralittlepausehespokeagain.
"Child,"hesaid,"Ithinkyouhavebeeneavesdropping.”
"Eavesdropping?”
"Youlisteowhatyourtwoschoolfellowsweresayingaboutyou.”
"Ohthat?Ihoughtthatwaseavesdropping,Aslan.Wasntitmagic?”
"Spyingonpeoplebymagicisthesameasspyingontheminanyotherway.Andyouhavemisjudgedyourfriend.Sheisweak,butshelovesyou.Shewasafraidoftheirlandsaidwhatshedoesnotmean.”
"IdontthinkIdeverbeabletetwhatIheardhersay.”
"No,youwont.”
"Ohdear,"saidLucy."HaveIspoiledeverything?Doyoumeanwewouldhavegoneonbeingfriendsifithadntbeenforthis-andbeenreallygreatfriends-allourlivesperhaps-andnowwenevershall.”
"Child,"saidAslan,"didInotexplaintoyouoncebeforethatnoooldwhatwouldhavehappened?”
"Yes,Aslan,youdid,"saidLucy."Imsorry.Butplease-”
"Speakon,dearheart.”
"ShallIeverbeableto,readthatstain;theoneIcouldntremember?Willyoutellittome,Aslan?Ohdo,do,do.”
"Indeed,yes,Iwilltellittoyouforyearsandyears.Butnow,e.Wemustmeetthemasterofthishouse.”松语文学www.16sy.coM免费小说阅读
"Imbeginningtofeelveryinquisitiveaboutthesepeople,"whisperedEustaund."Doyouthinktheyrehumanatall?Morelikehugegrasshiantfrogs,Ishouldsay.”
"Itdoeslooklikeit,"saidEdmund."ButdontputtheideaofthegrasshoppersintoLucyshead.Shesnottookeenos;especiallybigones.”
Themealwouldhavebeenpleasanterifithadnotbeensoexceedinglymessy,andalsoiftheversationhadnotsistedentirelyofagreements.Theinvisiblepeopleagreedabouteverything.Indeedmostoftheirremarkswerethesortitwouldnotbeeasytodisagreewith:"WhatIalwayssayis,shungry,helikessomevictuals,"or"Gettingdarknow;alwaysdoesatnight,"oreven"Ah,youveeoverthewater.
Powerfulwetstuff,aintit?"AndLucycouldnothelplookingatthedarkyawrahefootofthestaircase-shecouldseeitfromwhereshesat-andwwhatshewouldfindwheupthosestairsm.Butitwasagoodmeal
otherwise,withmushroomsoupandboiledchisandhotboiledhamandgooseberries,redcurrants,curds,cream,milk,aheotherslikedthemeadbutEustacewassorryafterwardsthathehaddrunkany.
WhenLucywokeupmitwaslikewakinguponthedayofanexaminationoradaywhenyoingtothedentist.ItwasalovelymwithbeesbuzzinginandoutofheropenwindowandthelawnoutsidelookingverylikesomewhereinEngland.
Shegotupanddressedandtriedtotalkaordinarilyatbreakfast.Then,afterbeinginstructedbytheChiefVoiceaboutwhatshewastodoupstairs,shebidgoodbyetotheothers,saidnothing,walkedtothebottomofthestairs,andbegangoingupthemwithoutoncelookingback.
Itwasquitelight,thatwasonegoodthing.Therewas,indeed,awindhtaheadofheratthetopofthefirstflight.Aslongasshewas9nthatflightshecouldhearthetick-tock-tick-tockofagrandfatherclothehallbelow.Thenshecametothelandingandhadtoturntoherleftuptheflight;afterthatshecouldhecloymore.
Nowshehadetothetopofthestairs.Lucylookedandsawalong,widepassagewithalargewindowatthefarend.Apparentlythepassageranthewholelengthofthehouse.Itwascarvedandpanelledandcarpetedandverymanydoorsopenedoffitoneachside.Shestoodstillandcouldhesqueakofamouse,orthebuzzingofafly,ortheswayingofacurtain,oranything-exceptthebeatingofherow.
"Thelastdoorwayo,"shesaidtoherself.Itdidseemabithardthatitshouldbethelast.Toreachitshewouldhavetoastroomafterroom.Andinanyroomtheremightbethemagi-asleep,orawake,orinvisible,orevendead.Butitwouldntdotothinkaboutthat.Shesetoutonherjourhecarpetwassothickthatherfeetmadenonoise.
"Theresnothingwhatevertobeafraidofyet,"Lucytoldherself.Aainlyitwasaquiet,sunlitpassage;perhapsabittooquiet.Itwouldhavebeeherehadrangesignspaintedinscarletonthedoorstwisty,plicatedthingswhichobviouslyhadameaninganditmightntbeaverynicemeaher.Itwouldhavebeeilliftherewerentthosemaskshangingonthewall.Notthattheywereexactlyugly-ornotsly-buttheemptyeye-holesdidlookqueer,andifyouletyourselfyouwouldsoonstartimaginingthatthemasksweredoingthingsassoonasyourbackwasturhem.
Afteraboutthesixthdotherfirstrealfright.Foronesedshefeltalmostcertainthatawickedlittlebeardedfacehadpoppedoutofthewallandmadeagrimaceather.Sheforcedherselftostopandlookatit.Anditwasnotafaceatall.Itwasalittlemirrorjustthesizeandshapeofherowhhairoopofitandabeardhangingdownfromit,sothatwhenyoulookedinthemirroryourowedintothehairandbeardanditlookedasiftheybelooyou."IjustcaughtmyownreflewiththetailofmyeyeasIwentpast,"saidLucytoherself."Thatwasallitwas.Itsquite
harmless."Butshedidntlikethelookofherowhthathairandbeard,aon.(IdontknowwhattheBeardedGlasswasforbecauseIamnotamagi.)
Beforeshereachedthelastdooro,Lucywasbeginningtowonderwhetherthecorridrownlongersinceshebeganherjourneyaherthisartofthemagicofthehouse.Butshegottoitatlast.Andthedooren.
Itwasalargeroomwiththreebigwindowsanditwaslinedfromfloortoceilingwithbooks;morebooksthanLucyhadeverseenbefore,tinylittlebooks,fatanddumpybooks,andbooksbiggerthananychurchBibleyouhaveeverseen,allboundiherandsmellingoldandlearnedandmagical.Butsheknewfromherinstrusthatshebotheraboutanyofthese.FortheBook,theMagicBook,waslyingonareading-deskintheverymiddleoftheroom.Shesawshewouldhavetoreaditstanding(andanywaytherewerenochairs)andalsothatshewouldhavetostandwithherbacktothedoorwhileshereadit.Soatouroshutthedoor.
Itwouldntshut.
SomepeoplemaydisagreewithLucyaboutthis,butIthinkshewasquiteright.Shesaidshewouldnthavemindedifshecouldhaveshutthedoor,butthatitleasanttohavetostandinaplacelikethatendoorwayrightbehindyourback.Ishouldhavefeltjustthesame.Buttherewasnothiobedone.
OhingthatworriedheragooddealwasthesizeoftheBook.TheChiefVoicehadnotbeeogiveheranyideawhereaboutsintheBookthespellformakingthingsvisiblecame.Heevenseemedrathersurprisedatherasking.Heexpectedhertobeginatthebeginningandgoontillshecametoit;obviouslyhehadhoughtthattherewasanyotherwayoffindingaplaabook."Butitmighttakemedaysandweeks!"saidLucy,lookingatthehugevolume,"andIfeelalreadyasifIdbeeninthisplaceforhours.”
Shewentuptothedeskandlaidherhandonthebook;herfiingledwheoucheditasifitwerefullofelectricity.Shetriedtoopenitbutcouldntatfirst;this,however,wasonlybecauseitwasfastewoleadenclasps,andwhenshehaduheseitopenedeasilyenough.Andwhatabookitwas!
Itwaswritten,notprinted;writteninaclear,evenhand,withthickdownstrokesandthinupstrokes,verylarge,easierthanprint,andsobeautifulthatLucystaredatitforawholeminuteandfotaboutreadingit.Thepaperwascrispandsmoothandanicesmellcamefromit;andinthemargins,androundthebigcolouredcapitallettersatthebeginningofeachspell,therewerepictures.
Therewasnotitlepageortitle;thespellsbeganstraightaway,andatfirsttherewasnothingveryimportantiheywerecuresforwarts(bywashingyourhandsinmoonlightinasilverbasin)andtoothadcramp,andaspellfortakingaswarmofbees.Thepictureofthemanwithtoothachewassolifelikethatitwouldhavesetyour
owhagifyoulookedatittoolong,andthegoldenbeeswhichweredottedallroundthefourthspelllookedforamomentasiftheywerereallyflying.
Lucycouldhardlytearherselfawayfromthatfirstpage,butwheurnedover,thewasjustasiing."ButImustgeton,"shetoldherself.Andoforaboutthirtypageswhich,ifshecouldhaverememberedthem,wouldhavetaughtherhowtofindburiedtreasure,howtorememberthingsfotten,howtetthingsyouwaet,howtotellwhetheranyoneeakih,ho(orprevent)wind,fog,snow,sleetorrain,howtoprodutedsleepsandhowtogiveamananassshead(astheydidtopoorBottom).Andthelongershereadthemorewonderfulandmorerealthepicturesbecame.
Thenshecametoapagewhichwassuchablazeofpicturesthatonehardlynoticedthewriting.Hardly-butshedidnoticethefirstwords.Theywere,Aninfalliblespelltomakebeautifulherthatutterethitbeyoofmortals.Lucypeeredatthepictureswithherfaceclosetothepage,andthoughtheyhadseemedcrowdedandmuddlesomebefore,shefoundshecouldhemquiteclearly.Thefirstictureofagirlstandingatareading-deskreadinginahugebook.AndthegirlwasdressedexactlylikeLuthepictureLucy(firliurewasLucyherself)wasstandingupwithhermouthopenandaratherterribleexpressiononherface,tingorregsomething.Ihirdpicturethebeautybeyoofmortalshadetoher.Itwasstrange,sideringhowsmallthepictureshadlookedatfirst,thattheLuthepicturenowseemedquiteasbigastherealLudtheylookedintoeachotherseyesandtherealLucylookedawayafterafewminutesbecauseshewasdazzledbythebeautyoftheotherLucy;thoughshecouldstillseeasortoflikeoherselfinthatbeautifulfadnowthepicturescamecrowdingohidfast.ShesawherselfthronedonhighatagreattourinenandalltheKingsoftheworldfoughtbecauseofherbeauty.Afterthatitturnedfromtourorealwars,andallNarniaandArland,Telmaranden,GalmaandTerebinthia,werelaidwastewiththefuryofthekingsanddukesalordswhofoughtforherfavour.ThenitgedandLucy,stillbeautifulbeyoofmortals,wasbaEngland.AndSusan(whohadalwaysbeenthebeautyofthefamily)camehomefromAmerica.TheSusaniurelookedexactlyliketherealSusanonlyplainerandwithanastyexpression.AndSusanwasjealousofthedazzliyofLucy,butthatdidntmatterabitbecausenoonecaredanythingaboutSusannow.
"Iwillsaythespell,"saidLucy."Idontcare.Iwill.”
ShesaidIdontcarebecauseshehadastrongfeelingthatshemustnt.
Butwhenshelookedbackattheopeningwordsofthespell,thereinthemiddleofthewriting,whereshefeltquitesuretherehadbeennopicturebefore,shefoundthegreatfaceofalion,ofTheLion,Aslanhimself,staringintohers.Itaintedsuchabrightgoldthatitseemedtobeingtowardsheroutofthepage;andindeedsheneverwasquitesureafterwardsthatithadntreallymovedalittle.Atanyrateshekhe
expressiononhisfacequitewell.Hewasgrowlingandyoucouldseemostofhisteeth.
Shebecamehorriblyafraidandturnedoverthepageatonce.
Alittlelatershecametoaspellwhichwouldletyouknowwhatyourfriendsthoughtaboutyou.NowLucyhadwantedverybadlytotrytheotherspell,theomadeyoubeautifulbeyoofmortals.Soshefeltthattomakeupfornothavingsaidit,shereallywouldsaythisone.Andallinahurry,forfearhermindwouldge,shesaidthewords(nothingwilliotellyouwhattheywere).Theedforsomethingtohappen.
Asnothinghappenedshebeganlookingatthepictures.Andallatonceshesawtheverylastthingsheexpected-apictureofathird-classcarriageinatrain,withtwoschoolgirlssittinginit.ShekhematoheywereMarjoriePrestonandAherstone.
Onlynowitwasmuchmorethanapicture.Itwasalive.Shecouldseethetelegraphpostsfligpastoutsidethewindow.Thengradually(likewhentheradiois"ingon")
shecouldhearwhattheyweresaying.
"ShallIseeanythingofyouthisterm?"saidAnne,"orareyoustillgoingtobealltakenupwithLucyPevensie.“
"Dontknowwhatyoumeanbytakenup,"saidMarjorie.
"Ohyes,youdo,"saidAnne."Youwerecrazyaboutherlastterm.”
"No,Iwasnt,"saidMarjorie."Ivegotmoresehanthat.Notabadlittlekidinherway.ButIwasgettiiredofherbeforetheendofterm.”
"Well,youjollywellwonthavetheyotherterm!"shoutedLucy."Two-facedlittlebeast."ButthesoundofherownvoiceatonceremindedherthatshewastalkingtoapictureandthattherealMarjoriewasfarawayinanotherworld.
"Well,"saidLucytoherself,"Ididthierofherthanthat.AndIdidallsortsofthingsforherlastterm,andIstucktoherwhennotmanyirlswould.Andsheknowsittoo.AndtoAherstoneofallpeople!Iwonderareallmyfriendsthesame?Therearelotsofotherpictures.No.Iwontlookatanymore.Iwont,Iwontandwithagreateffortsheturnedoverthepage,butnotbeforealarge,angrytearhadsplashedonit.
Opageshecametoaspell"fortherefreshmentofthespirit.Thepictureswerefewerherebutverybeautiful.AndwhatLucyfoundherselfreadingwasmorelikeastorythanaspell.Itwentonforthreepagesandbeforeshehadreadtothebottomofthepageshehadfottenthatshewasreadingatall.Shewaslivingioryasifitwerereal,andallthepictureswererealtoo.Whenshehadgottothethirdpageandetotheend,shesaid,"ThatisthelovelieststoryIveeverreadorevershallreadinmywholelife.Oh,IwishIcouldhavegoneonreadingitfortenyears.AtleastIllreaditain.”
ButherepartofthemagicoftheBookcameintoplay.Youcouldntturnback.Theright-handpages,theonesahead,couldbeturheleft-handpagescouldnot.
"Oh,whatashame!"saidLucy."Ididsowanttoreaditagain.Well,atleastImustrememberit.Letssee...itwasabout...about...ohdear,itsallfadingawayagain.
Ahislastpageisgoingblank.Thisisaveryqueerbook.HowIhavefotten?Itwasaboutadaswordandatreeandagreenhill,Iknowthatmuch.
ButItrememberandwhatshallIdo?”
Andshenevercouldremember;andeversidaywhatLucymeansbyagoodstoryisastorywhichremihefottenstoryintheMagisBook.
Sheturnedonandfoundtohersurpriseapagewithnopicturesatall;butthefirstwordselltomakehiddenthingsvisible.Shereaditthroughtomakesureofallthehardwordsandthensaiditoutloud.Andshekoitwaswbecauseasshespokethecolourscameintothecapitallettersatthetopofthepageauresbeganappearinginthemargins.ItwaslikewhenyouholdtothefiresomethingwritteninInvisibleInkainggraduallyshowsup;onlyinsteadofthedingycolouroflemonjuice(whichistheeasiestInvisibleInk)thiswasallgoldandblueandscarlet.TheywereoddpicturesandtainedmanyfiguresthatLucydidnotmuchlikethelookof.Andthehought,"IsupposeIvemadeeverythingvisible,andnotonlytheThumpers.Theremightbelotsofotherinvisiblethingshangingaboutaplacelikethis.ImnotsurethatIwanttoseethemall.”
Atthatmomentsheheardsoft,heavyfootfallsingalongthecorridorbehindher;andofcoursesherememberedwhatshehadbeentoldabouttheMagiwalkinginhisbarefeetandmakingnomorehanacat.Itisalwaysbettertoturnroundthantohaveanythingcreepingupbehindyourback.Lucydidso.
Thenherfacelituptill,foramoment(butofcourseshedidntknowit),shelookedalmostasbeautifulasthatotherLuthepicture,andsheranforwardwithalittlecryofdelightandwithherarmsstretchedout.ForwhatstoodinthedoorwaywasAslanhimself,TheLion,thehighestofallHighKings.Andhewassolidandrealandwarmaherkisshimandburyherselfinhisshiningmane.Andfromthelow,earthquake-likesoundthatcamefrominsidehim,Lucyevehinkthatheurring.
"Oh,Aslan,"saidshe,"itwaskindofyoutoe.”
"Ihavebeehetime,"saidhe,"butyouhavejustmademevisible.”
"Aslan!"saidLucyalmostalittlereproachfully."Dontmakefunofme.Asifanything1coulddowouldmakeyouvisible!”
"Itdid,"saidAslan."DoyouthinkIwouldntobeymyownrules?”
Afteralittlepausehespokeagain.
"Child,"hesaid,"Ithinkyouhavebeeneavesdropping.”
"Eavesdropping?”
"Youlisteowhatyourtwoschoolfellowsweresayingaboutyou.”
"Ohthat?Ihoughtthatwaseavesdropping,Aslan.Wasntitmagic?”
"Spyingonpeoplebymagicisthesameasspyingontheminanyotherway.Andyouhavemisjudgedyourfriend.Sheisweak,butshelovesyou.Shewasafraidoftheirlandsaidwhatshedoesnotmean.”
"IdontthinkIdeverbeabletetwhatIheardhersay.”
"No,youwont.”
"Ohdear,"saidLucy."HaveIspoiledeverything?Doyoumeanwewouldhavegoneonbeingfriendsifithadntbeenforthis-andbeenreallygreatfriends-allourlivesperhaps-andnowwenevershall.”
"Child,"saidAslan,"didInotexplaintoyouoncebeforethatnoooldwhatwouldhavehappened?”
"Yes,Aslan,youdid,"saidLucy."Imsorry.Butplease-”
"Speakon,dearheart.”
"ShallIeverbeableto,readthatstain;theoneIcouldntremember?Willyoutellittome,Aslan?Ohdo,do,do.”
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