Lucy looked hard at the
garden and saw that it was not really a garden but a whole world, with its own
rivers and woods and sea and mountains. But they were not strange: she knew
them all.
"I
see," she said. "This is still Narnia, and more real and more
beautiful then the Narnia down below, just as it was more real and more
beautiful than the Narnia outside the stable door! I see... world within world,
Narnia within Narnia..."
"Yes,"
said Mr Tumnus, "like an onion: except that as you go in and in, each
circle is larger than the last."
And Lucy
looked this way and that and soon found that a new and beautiful thing had
happened to her. Whatever she looked at, however far away it might be, once she
had fixed her eyes steadily on it, became quite clear and close as if she were
looking through a telescope. She could see the whole Southern desert and beyond
it the great city of Tashbaan: to Eastward she could see Cair Paravel on the
edge of the sea and the very window of the room that had once been her own. And
far out to sea she could discover the islands, islands after islands to the end
of the world, and, beyond the end, the huge mountain which they had called
Aslan's country. But now she saw that it was part of a great chain of mountains
which ringed round the whole world. In front of her it seemed to come quite
close. Then she looked to her left and saw what she took to be a great bank of brightly-coloured
cloud, cut off from them by a gap. But she looked harder and saw that it was
not a cloud at all but a real land. And when she had fixed her eyes on one
particular spot of it, she at once cried out, "Peter! Edmund! Come and
look! Come quickly." And they came and looked, for their eyes also had become
like hers.
"Whys"
exclaimed Peter. "It's England. And that's the house itself - Professor
Kirk's old home in the country where all our adventures began!"
"I
thought that house had been destroyed," said Edmund.
"So it
was," said the Faun. "But you are now looking at the England within
England, the real England just as this is the real Narnia. And in that inner
England no good thing is destroyed."
Suddenly they
shifted their eyes to another spot, and then Peter and Edmund and Lucy gasped
with amazement and shouted out and began waving: for there they saw their own
father and mother, waving back at them across the great, deep valley. It was
like when you see people waving at you from the deck of a big ship when you are
waiting on the quay to meet them.
"How can
we get at them?" said Lucy.
"That is
easy," said Mr Tumnus. "That country and this country - all the real
countries - are only spurs jutting out from the great mountains of Aslan. We
have only to walk along the ridge, upward and inward, till it joins on. And
listen! There is King Frank's horn: we must all go up."
And soon they
found themselves all walking together and a great, bright procession it was -
up towards mountains higher than you could see in this world even if they were
there to be seen. But there was no snow on those mountains: there were forests
and green slopes and sweet orchards and flashing waterfalls, one above the
other, going up forever. And the land they were walking on grew narrower all
the time, with a deep valley on each side: and across that valley the land
which was the real England grew nearer and nearer.
The light
ahead was growing stronger. Lucy saw that a great series of many-coloured
cliffs led up in front of them like a giant's staircase. And then she forgot
everything else, because Aslan himself was coming, leaping down from cliff to
cliff like a living cataract of power and beauty.
And the very
first person whom Aslan called to him was Puzzle the Donkey. You never saw a
donkey look feebler and sillier than Puzzle did as he walked up to Aslan, and
he looked, beside Aslan, as small as a kitten looks beside a St Bernard. The
Lion bowed down his head and whispered something to Puzzle at which his long
ears went down, but then he said something else at which the ears perked up again.
The humans couldn't hear what he had said either time. Then Aslan turned to
them and said:
"You do
not yet look so happy as I mean you to be."
Lucy said,
"We're so afraid of being sent away, Aslan. And you have sent us back into
our own world so often."
"No fear
of that," said Aslan. "Have you not guessed?"
Their hearts
leaped and a wild hope rose within them.
"There
was a real railway accident," said Aslan softly.
"Your
father and mother and all of you are - as you used to call it in the
Shadowlands - dead. The term is over: the holidays have begun. The dream is
ended: this is the morning."
And as He
spoke He no longer looked to them like a lion; but the things that began to
happen after that were so great and beautiful that I cannot write them. And for
us this is the end of all the stories, and we can most truly say that they all
lived happily ever after. But for them it was only the beginning of the real
story. All their life in this world and all their adventures in Narnia had only
been the cover and the title page: now at last they were beginning Chapter One
of the Great Story which no one on earth has read: which goes on forever: in
which every chapter is better than the one before.
From The Last Battle, C S Lewis
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