波波小说

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Aslan．Thechildrenblinkedandlookedaboutthem．TheywereoncemoreintheWoodbetweentheWorlds；UncleAndrewlayonthegrass，stillasleep；Aslanstoodbesidethem．

“Come，”saidAslan；“itistimethatyouwentback．Buttherearetwothingstoseetofirst；awarning，andacommand．Lookhere，children．”

Theylookedandsawalittlehollowinthegrass，withagrassybottom，warmanddry．

“Whenyouwerelasthere，”saidAslan，“thathollowwasapool，andwhenyoujumpedintoityoucametotheworldwhereadyingsunshoneovertheruinsofCharn．Thereisnopoolnow．Thatworldisended，asifithadneverbeen．LettheraceofAdamandEvetakewarning．”

“Yes，Aslan，”saidboththechildren．ButPollyadded，“Butwe’renotquiteasbadasthatworld，arewe，Aslan？”

“Notyet，DaughterofEve，”hesaid．“Notyet．Butyouaregrowingmorelikeit．ItisnotcertainthatsomewickedoneofyourracewillnotfindoutasecretasevilastheDeplorableWordanduseittodestroyalllivingthings．Andsoon，verysoon，beforeyouareanoldmanandanoldwoman，greatnationsinyourworldwillberuledbytyrantswhocarenomoreforjoyandjusticeandmercythantheEmpressJadis．Letyourworldbeware．Thatisthewarning．Nowforthecommand．Assoonasyoucan，takefromthisUncleofyourshismagicringsandburythemsothatnoonecanusethemagain．”

BoththechildrenwerelookingupintotheLion’sfaceashespokethesewords．Andallatonce（theyneverknewexactlyhowithappened）thefaceseemedtobeaseaoftossinggoldinwhichtheywerefloating，andsuchasweetnessandpowerrolledaboutthemandoverthemandenteredthemthattheyfelttheyhadneverreallybeenhappyorwiseorgood，orevenaliveandawake，before．Andthememoryofthatmomentstayedwiththemalways，sothataslongastheybothlived，ifevertheyweresadorafraidorangry，thethoughtofallthatgoldengoodness，andthefeelingthatitwasstillthere，quiteclose，justroundsomecornerorjustbehindsomedoor，wouldcomebackandmakethemsure，deepdowninside，thatallwaswell．Nextminuteallthreeofthem（UncleAndrewnowawake）cametumblingintothenoise，heat，andhotsmellsofLondon．

TheywereonthepavementoutsidetheKetterleys’frontdoor，andexceptthattheWitch，theHorse，andtheCabbyweregone，everythingwasexactlyastheyhadleftit．Therewasthelamp-post，withonearmmissing；therewasthewreckofthehansomcab；andtherewasthecrowd．Everyonewasstilltalkingandpeoplewerekneelingbesidethedamagedpoliceman，sayingthingslike，“He’scominground”or“Howdoyoufeelnow，oldchap？”or“TheAmbulancewillbehereinajiffy．”

“GreatScott！”thoughtDigory，“Ibelievethewholeadventure’stakennotimeatall．”

MostpeoplewerewildlylookingroundforJadisandthehorse．Noonetookanynoticeofthechildrenfornoonehadseenthemgoornoticedthemcomingback．AsforUncleAndrew，whatbetweenthestateofhisclothesandthehoneyonhisface，hecouldnothavebeenrecognizedbyanyone．Fortunatelythefrontdoorofthehousewasopenandthehousemaidwasstandinginthedoorwaystaringatthefun（whatadaythatgirlwashaving！）sothechildrenhadnodifficultyinbustlingUncleAndrewindoorsbeforeanyoneaskedanyquestions。

Heracedupthestirsbeforethemandatfirsttheywereveryafraidhewasheadingforhisatticandmeanttohidehisremainingmagicrings．Buttheyneedn’thavebothered．Whathewasthinkingaboutwasthebottleinhiswardrobe，andhedisappearedatonceintohisbedroomandlockedthedoor．Whenhecameoutagain（whichwasnotforalongtime）hewasinhisdressinggownandmadestraightforthebathroom．

“Canyougettheotherrings，Poll？”saidDigory．“IwanttogotoMother．”

“Right．Seeyoulater，”saidPollyandclattereduptheatticstairs．

ThenDigorytookaminutetogethisbreath，andthenwentsoftlyintohisMother’sroom．Andthereshelay，ashehadseenherliesomanyothertimes，proppeduponthepillows，withathin，palefacethatwouldmakeyoucrytolookat．DigorytooktheAppleofLifeoutofhispocket．

AndjustastheWitchJadishadlookeddifferentwhenyousawherinourworldinsteadofinherown，sothefruitofthatmountaingardenlookeddifferenttoo．Therewereofcourseallsortsofcolouredthingsinthebedroom；thecolouredcounterpaneonthebed，thewallpaper，thesunlightfromthewindow，andMother’spretty，palebluedressingjacket．ButthemomentDigorytooktheAppleoutofhispocket，allthosethingsseemedtohavescarcelyanycolouratall．Everyoneofthem，eventhesunlight，lookedfadedanddingy．ThebrightnessoftheApplethrewstrangelightsontheceiling．Nothingelsewasworthlookingat：youcouldn’tlookatanythingelse．AndthesmelloftheAppleofYouthwasasiftherewasawindowintheroomthatopenedonHeaven．

“Oh，darling，howlovely，”saidDigory’sMother．

“Youwilleatit，won’tyou？Please，”saidDigory．

“Idon’tknowwhattheDoctorwouldsay，”sheanswered．“Butreally-IalmostfeelasifIcould．”

Hepeeleditandcutitupandgaveittoherpiecebypiece．Andnosoonerhadshefinisheditthanshesmiledandherheadsankbackonthepillowandshewasasleep：areal，natural，gentlesleep，withoutanyofthosenastydrugs，whichwas，asDigoryknew，thethinginthewholeworldthatshewantedmost．Andhewassurenowthatherfacelookedalittledifferent．Hebentdownandkissedherverysoftlyandstoleoutoftheroomwithabeatingheart；takingthecoreoftheapplewithhim．Fortherestofthatday，wheneverhelookedatthethingsabouthim，andsawhowordinaryandunmagicaltheywere，hehardlydaredtohope；butwhenherememberedthefaceofAslanhedidhope．

ThateveningheburiedthecoreoftheAppleinthebackgarden。

NextmorningwhentheDoctormadehisusualvisit，Digoryleanedoverthebanisterstolisten．HeheardtheDoctorcomeoutwithAuntLettyandsay：

“MissKetterley，thisisthemostextraordinarycaseIhaveknowninmywholemedicalcareer．Itis-itislikeamiracle．Iwouldn’ttellthelittleboyanythingatpresent；wedon’twanttoraiseanyfalsehopes．Butinmyopinion-”thenhisvoicebecametoolowtohear．

ThatafternoonhewentdownthegardenandwhistledtheiragreedsecretsignalforPolly（shehadn’tbeenabletogetbackthedaybefore）．

“Whatluck？”saidPolly，lookingoverthewall．“Imean，aboutyourMother？”

“Ithink-Ithinkitisgoingtobeallright，”saidDigory．“Butifyoudon’tmindI’dreallyrathernottalkaboutityet．Whatabouttherings？”

“I’vegotthemall，”saidPolly．“Look，it’sallright，I’mwearinggloves．Let’sburythem．”

“Yes，let’s．I’vemarkedtheplacewhereIburiedthecoreoftheAppleyesterday．”

ThenPollycameoverthewallandtheywenttogethertotheplace．But，asitturnedout，Digoryneednothavemarkedtheplace．Somethingwasalreadycomingup．ItwasnotgrowingsothatyoucouldseeitgrowasthenewtreeshaddoneinNarnia；butitwasalreadywellaboveground．Theygotatrowelandburiedallthemagicrings，includingtheirownones，inacircleroundit．

AboutaweekafterthisitwasquitecertainthatDigory’sMotherwasgettingbetter．Aboutafortnightlatershewasabletositoutinthegarden．Andamonthlaterthatwholehousehadbecomeadifferentplace．AuntLettydideverythingthatMotherliked；windowswereopened，frowsycurtainsweredrawnbacktobrightenuptherooms，therewerenewflowerseverywhere，andnicerthingstoeat，andtheoldpianowastunedandMothertookuphersingingagain，andhadsuchgameswithDigoryandPollythatAuntLettywouldsay“Ideclare，Mabel，you’rethebiggestbabyofthethree．”

Whenthingsgowrong，you’llfindtheyusuallygoongettingworseforsometime；butwhenthingsoncestartgoingrighttheyoftengoongettingbetterandbetter．AfteraboutsixweeksofthislovelylifetherecamealongletterfromFatherinIndia，whichhadwonderfulnewsinit．OldGreat-UncleKirkehaddiedandthismeant，apparently，thatFatherwasnowveryrich．HewasgoingtoretireandcomehomefromIndiaforeverandever．Andthegreatbighouseinthecountry，whichDigoryhadheardofallhislifeandneverseenwouldnowbetheirhome；thebighousewiththesuitsofarmour，thestables，thekennels，theriver，thepark，thehot-houses，thevineries，thewoods，andthemountainsbehindit．SothatDigoryfeltjustassureasyouthattheywereallgoingtolivehappilyeverafter．Butperhapsyouwouldliketoknowjustoneortwothingsmore．

PollyandDigorywerealwaysgreatfriendsandshecamenearlyeveryholidaystostaywiththemattheirbeautifulhouseinthecountry；andthatwaswhereshelearnedtorideandswimandmilkandbakeandclimb．

InNarniatheBeastslivedingreatpeaceandjoyandneithertheWitchnoranyotherenemycametotroublethatpleasantlandformanyhundredyears．KingFrankandQueenHelenandtheirchildrenlivedhappilyinNarniaandtheirsecondsonbecameKingofArchenland．Theboysmarriednymphsandthegirlsmarriedwood—godsandriver-gods．Thelamp-postwhichtheWitchhadplanted（withoutknowingit）shonedayandnightintheNarnianforest，sothattheplacewhereitgrewcametobecalledLanternWaste；andwhen，manyyearslater，anotherchildfromourworldgotintoNarnia，onasnowynight，shefoundthelightstillburning．Andthatadventurewas，inaway，connectedwiththeonesIhavejustbeentellingyou．

Itwaslikethis．ThetreewhichsprangfromtheApplethatDigoryplantedinthebackgarden，livedandgrewintoafinetree．Growinginthesoilofourworld，faroutofthesoundofAslan’svoiceandfarfromtheyoungairofNarnia，itdidnotbearapplesthatwouldreviveadyingwomanasDigory’sMotherhadbeenrevived，thoughitdidbearapplesmorebeautifulthananyothersinEngland，andtheywereextremelygoodforyou，thoughnotfullymagical．Butinsideitself，intheverysapofit，thetree（sotospeak）neverforgotthatothertreeinNarniatowhichitbelonged．Sometimesitwouldmovemysteriouslywhentherewasnowindblowing：IthinkthatwhenthishappenedtherewerehighwindsinNarniaandtheEnglishtreequiveredbecause，atthatmoment，theNarniatreewasrockingandswayinginastrongsouthwesterngale．Howeverthatmightbe，itwasprovedlaterthattherewasstillmagicinitswood．ForwhenDigorywasquitemiddleaged（andhewasafamouslearnedman，aProfessor，andagreattravellerbythattime）andtheKetterleys’oldhousebelongedtohim，therewasagreatstormalloverthesouthofEnglandwhichblewthetreedown．Hecouldn’tbeartohaveitsimplychoppedupforfirewood，sohehadpartofthetimbermadeintoawardrobe，whichheputinhisbighouseinthecountry．Andthoughhehimselfdidnotdiscoverthemagicpropertiesofthatwardrobe，someoneelsedid．ThatwasthebeginningofallthecomingsandgoingsbetweenNarniaandourworld，whichyoucanreadofinotherbooks．

WhenDigoryandhispeoplewenttoliveinthebigcountryhouse，theytookUncleAndrewtolivewiththem；forDigory’sFathersaid，“Wemusttrytokeeptheoldfellowoutofmischief，anditisn’tfairthatpoorLettyshouldhavehimalwaysonherhands．”UncleAndrewnevertriedanyMagicagainaslongashelived．Hehadlearnedhislesson，andinhisoldagehebecameanicerandlessselfisholdmanthanhehadeverbeenbefore．Buthealwayslikedtogetvisitorsaloneinthebilliard-roomandtellthemstoriesaboutamysteriouslady，aforeignroyalty，withwhomhehaddrivenaboutLondon．“Adevilishtempershehad，”hewouldsay．“Butshewasademfinewoman，sir，ademfinewoman．”

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