For Michelle M

In between her studying of Sumerian and other tongues, a bit of fun that we talked about.
It was not a long time ago, nor very far away, and even place wasn't exactly clear. That's all right,
because it also could not be published in any form. It was just a story for fun, and it was taken by an
old - or rather oldish book, that if you don't know it, then that will be all right, someone random will
tell you will tell it to you, and the good thing is you don't have to believe them. It was late on in the
year, not December, but very close to that. There was white on the ground, which was very unusual,
people in fact are remarked that they had never seen such cold in all their lives - and for many of them
that was true. Even for many of them, though wasn't true, they said it anyway - that is how cold it was.
Many of the trope, which I know is not one of those words that I can use - but it fixed with the
personality of the time. Trope is actually word that you know, but don't recognize in its form. You
know Tropics, such as the Tropic of Cancer or the Tropic of Capricorn, and don't think anything of it,
though of course, that it is in really the Tropic of Capricorn, or the Tropic of Cancer, because it has
moved a bit in the zodiac. But what you don't know, probably, is that the word trope is a word that
can have many meanings. So you too can decide if it's right for you.
Anyway, in this story there are two brothers and sisters, which in the time of the original story was a
bit large, but nothing to comment about. Now however it was either too large, or too small. There were
dozens of babies, or their were a few. The other thing which needs to be mentioned, when there was for
babies in a family, they were white, or at least cream colored, now however you need to say it doesn't
really matter, or tell the exact shade that they were. These were African-American, that is they weren't
truly black, but mostly so, so much so that they could not realize there was a difference between
themselves, and truly black children from Africa. Realize that had been obscured.
They were not particularly poor, but they did not have much to go on, this was ordinary for their
times as well. There father, or rather fathers, since each one of them had been conceived , what a
strange word that I really should have used born - since it has the same meaning, were all very
different. Many white people would not understand this, and a good share of black people would not
either, but if you were part of the set that using African-American, you would know that there is a
difference between someone who was from Ghana, and someone from Kenya. In fact there was a great
deal more distance than between English and Korean. And, if I may say so, there was a lot more
complacency about how much more they had in their pockets, because English people had more
money, and Korean people were, for the most part, better able to take it, but the African American
people were constantly given to - to put it politely - having more babies than either Americans or
Korean parents. This is not some God given truth, but a product of where the babies were brought up.
From the time that they were born, before they even knew their name, they were taught that more
babies were good. Where as English, Korean, Chinese, and so on - knew that only a few babies were to
be brought into the world, and some were not going to have any. As I said, this was not the idea of the
babies, but of rich people who instructed them as to which they were part of.
Thus in the richer sections, there would be one baby, if that, as part of the picture.
Their mother was away, with a third job, and their aunt, who was truly their own, was downstairs
talking on the telephone and watching some film. In other words, they were completely alone. The
oldest boy, who was more studious, was trying to get through physics. The eldest sister, next in line,
was both talking on her cell phone, and trying to do some basic grammar, though she was not getting
what the example was teaching. The younger brother was not doing anything in particular, but he also

didn't want to do anything. Then there was the little baby girl, who of course wasn't actually a baby
anymore - but liked to pretend as if she was - reading a picture book from the library. It actually was
due back some weeks ago, but she didn't notice it - and the eldest boy who might have, had not looked
at the due date.
She was opening the book, and trying to read the text, but she had difficulty with some of the words.
First she tried, then she procrastinated, or if you prefer, she was not reading but daydreaming. Then
finally she would go and seek out the younger brother, who would know at least some of the words that
she was guessing at.
Can you help me read this? She had screwed up her courage, and brightened her face to a dimple.
The younger brother, only two years older in fact, was not in the mood for such kind of games. He
had, what he thought, was more important to do. In fact it really wasn't that important, but he thought it
was, which was a distinction that children would get.
CS Lewis? Who is that? he looked outside and saw four white children dressed in furs. The outside
was different. Instead of the inside opening up to the outside, there was a trick of perspective, where the
inside was large, and it opened up, but it was smaller. This trick of perspective annoyed the younger
brother, though he did not know why. He just knew that there was something wrong, which is more
than Lucy - because that was her name - knew. He was called Eddie, though, of course. Edward was his
real name. To complete the picture, Sandra was the middle sister, and Peter was the oldest brother. Of
course I should pick names which were different, but those are the names, mostly, that CS Lewis
picked.
I don't know who CS Lewis was. It says on the back cover that he was English, where is English?
she looked up at him.
England. And name of the place is England.
She pronounced it over and over again. What kind of place is England?
Actually, he didn't know what kind of place was England, he knew it was near to the center of the
map then he was, but that's about it. He also knew, as almost the only thing he knew, that England was
the center, and that they were interlopers, because he heard his mother and her sister saying that a long
time ago, they were forced to speak English, only he had a feeling that it was further back than his
grandparents era, maybe even great grandparents era. That's the place where people really did speak
English, as opposed to learning it from the enslavers.
Enslavers? What are those?
Along time ago we were free, and people in Africa. Then along came white people, and they
enslaved us to their schemes.
And that was bad? She asked.
Definitely so. He pronounced every single word with emphasis, that is with a pronouncement on
each little word.

She thought about it, having never realized that there were any such things in the world, but that it
must be so. Realize she didn't like Edward very much, though she had respect for anyone who was
older. And so the grandparents were converted to English speakers in that place?
I think so, but we should ask the older two, they may have a more precise opinion. actually he
hoped that they would do the talking, and he could sneak off, it was time for football, though I won't
say which kind. Their are many kinds of football in the world.
So they got up and rushed in to Peter's room to ask questions. Rather she wanted to ask questions,
and he wanted to get out of the responsibility.
Peter, Chimed Lucy, may I ask you a question?
Peter, willing to put beside him his own questions - where no one could answer them - and answer
some of Lucy's questions - which he may be able to answer - gave a nod. Then he realized, that he
would have to say something, because he didn't know if Lucy understand. What is it that you want to
know?
Eddie says that England, where the English live, converted us from another kind of speaker, in to
more English people. Is that true? Lucy looked at him with rounded eyes, not seeing how this could be
possible.
Yes, in Africa we spoke a myriad - that lots of different languages - and they immediately set us up
to speak only one. That would be English, and only English, though in the very long past their was
disagreement between Dutch, and Swedish, and other places spoke Spanish or Portuguese.
Like the people across the street speak Spanish, and their parents only speak a little bit of English.
It was at that exact moment that the oldest sister came in, she had just learned how to apply makeup
too make her skin look better. What's this fuss about. She had just learned the word fuss, because
that was not a word associated with one's they knew. She then expired: I'm bored, let's play a game,
and not a board game - something like hide and go seek - that sort of came.
Though Lucy protested, the other three children thought of this as a grand idea. Naturally, Peter was
picked as the first to run, with all of the other children hiding. The children were not in a house that
they owned, so they were careful not to scratch, or mar, the furniture. Each went off in his or her own
direction, and quickly set about hiding from the other children, as much as from Peter.
While the other two children were set about on getting in to a covered area, Lucy was stuck in not
knowing which way to go, and she said about using the whole apartment, which included rooms that
she was not allowed to go into - normally. These were rooms set up so that they could be rented out by
the week, not merely by the month. Every time the landlord took extra care to make sure that they were
covered. In one room there was a wardrobe, which was unusual, and probably left by someone who had
no use for. It was old, very old indeed, because it was through and through would, not of veneer of
wood. She spy it and felt that this was the place to enter it, and she could hear the other children racing
around, as if they were going to be caught up. So she had as best as she could, feeling that someone
would be caught very soon.
She reached the wardrobe, and grasped its fine wood, smooth to the touch. She went in and closed it

behind her, and thought that she would reach the back and of it, but she found there was a second row
of furs behind, and then a third and forth row.
Then something spectacular happened, which you will of course, guess. There were stars.
Not thousands but millions of stars, so many much more than on earth. She reached in to space and
found that there were branches, and trees, and rambles, this was not what she was expecting. Not at all.
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There were crunching sounds under the Lucy feet. It was not something that she was used to, she
was city bread, and she was used to only a little grass here and there. This expense, of not only grass,
but trees and brambles was a completely different story. Not only that, but she could not see a building
in any direction, and that disconcerted her, almost as much as anything else. Also, there were mountain
ranges, in every direction that she looked. She had not realized that there were so many. Actually they
were foothills, but she saw them as towering. In the classic book by CS Lewis, this was not
extraordinary, because the children were use to it, and thought nothing of it. But these children, coming
from a different background, knew no such landscape. It might as well have been on the dark side of
the moon. Yes, trees were there, but there were many more, and they were taller, most were second
growth, that is they were densely packed in. What this means is before they are where trees, the entire
forest was denuded, all of the trees were second growth. What Lucy did not know, was that someone
had done so, rather recently. And that someone didn't like trees at all, not one bit.
Lucy had done one thing correctly, even though she hadn't realized at the time: she pulled off a coat
that was exactly her size, and this became abundantly clear as to what a good move it was. It was warm
and cozy, and she realized that that was a good thing indeed.
Then she found something that probably shouldn't have been there: it was a path, almost as if it were
made for two small list people, like her. This was truly odd, because there had not been a path before.
Again in Narnia, CS Lewis's style, this would not have been noticeable, but if you think about it, Lucy
was flabbergasted. She had never seen the likes of this, ever. Think about it from her perspective, there
were stars in abundance, not to or three dozen, there were foothills, which she thought of as towering
mountains. All of this would be strange to her.
So when she saw a faun, it was almost a relief. Though she had never seen one, it's shape was a
really to her. Though she had not seen one, she knew what it was like in her minds eye. She recognized
it almost in an instant.
The faun was busy counting something, though Lucy did not know what it was.
Hello. Who are you? It took a minute for the fun to realize that this address was for him, he did not
expect anyone to be watching him.
Instead of saying hello, or any such thing, he took off his spectacles, and rubbed them. It was
almost as if he did not believe his eyes. He put them back on, and sure enough, there was a girl, a real
girl. What surprised her the most was his address, because he had never heard the phrase hello in his
life. That phrase came in with the telephone, and not an instant before.
Are you a daughter of Eve?

Now think on this, it is very strange to hear your self called a daughter of Eve, or son of Adam, and
don't get me started with all of the strange conglomerations that in my time are common, but in Lewis's
time were hushed up, even though they knew them. The Greeks knew them, because they were
common in their time, but the English hushed them up. Which was strange, until you realize, they did
lot of hushing up. The Greeks did things the right way, and the English did wrong.
What do you mean 'Daughter of Eve', mine mother isn't Eve. Lucy was not yet inclined to think of
things in the generic way.
I mean our you a daughter of humanity? In CS Lewis's time they would say man or woman.
They would not say humanity, because it just didn't seem right, of course we do the reverse. That's
because in Lewis's time there was perceived as a huge between men and women, because they wanted
their to be a huge gap. Even your grandparents, and maybe even your parents, want to believe.
That's a strange way of putting it, don't you think? She had really expected hello to be the
appropriate response, because she didn't know any better.
I'm sorry if I don't know the correct response, to wherever you are from. Which, by the way, is
where? The faun did not grow cold in Lucy's response, not in the least. This should tell you something
that was invisible to Lucy, namely he had something in devious mind.
I came in through the wardrobe, in the spare room, which the landlady has rented out. CS Lewis of
course had the room owned by the people who lived there, rather than someone else.
This was a step too far. Spare Roon could be Spare Oom, and wardrobe could be War Drab, but
landlady was immediately recognizable as The Witch, in all of her nastiness. And other words, he was
probably going to hang by his nails, or worse. But how did she find someone who looked like a
daughter of Eve. There had to be something wrong, but what? He didn't have a clue, so it must be
something hidden.
You don't say, from out of the Spare Oom. Instead of getting the better of him, and thinking that
this would be a capture for the witch, he assumed instead that the witch was going to tease him, and
then torture him, which is not something that CS Lewis cares to dwell upon. But it is nasty,
nonetheless.
Lucy saw that the faun was genuinely distressed - I don't know how else to put it, you will have two
look it up - because I knew the words will be strange to you. Mr. Faun would has taken you and shook
you?
First of all you can call me Thomas, and down worry about my first name, it isn't important.
I can do that, but that isn't what has got you stammered.
No it's not, I know you are an agent of the witch. And that means your going to torture me, and then
turned me over.
Now Lucy though she had no experience with witches, know what they were, and she knew she
hadn't met any of them. At least, she thought she had not, but one could never know. But one thing

struck her, and it provoked not an instantaneous response, but something that bubbled up in side of her.
Until finally it oozed out, and made her a sobbing mess. She was unable to speak, and for a time was
crying. The faun saw her go from calm to agitated to try to sniff to finally a blubbering mess, all in
about five minutes or so. He didn't know what to do, and he didn't know what to say, and he certainly
didn't know how to proceed.
Finally she spoke and said: Do you really think I would hit you, or anything like that? Maybe by
youngest brother what, because he's mean. And maybe my older sister would think that it would be
good idea, though she probably wouldn't in the end. But either I or Peter would never do anything like
that. When I was very small, Peter took me aside and said do not do that, even if your brother or sister
might, how shall I put it, egg you on. Its never a good idea in the end. So I have held fast and never
done so again. And she really meant it, as did her oldest brother. The middle to were different, and
they would pinch, at least, and probably more so, often to get there way.
This cheered up both of them, it might have even cheered up the faun more then her, because she
was only scared, he was more them that. He felt he was going to get a beating from somewhere, not
from Lucy, but from a large and scary creature which she had hidden.
Would you like to walk with me? the faun suggested, though this sentence really needs a question.
Think about this, and you will see what I mean? It just feels right, even though it looks interrogative.
You can look up interrogative in the dictionary if you like. It is a common word, dressed up as if it
his fancy. But don't believe it, it's just putting on ayre.
Yes I would, thank you. Her face was beaming ear to ear, so relieved was - I want say
countenance, but I will say face instead. So merrily they formed a rhythm which only the two of
them were aware of, it wasn't 4/4, or anything like it.
Soon they were inside of a cottage, built for a faun, or a little girl - it might, it might the younger
boy, but not the two larger ones. Inside it their were titles such as Man the Myth and other
absurdities, that CS Lewis loves to put on bookshelves when he's feeling impish. There also was a book
in Turkish called Arslan Tash, though it is translated from the Turkish, and doesn't resemble English
enemy respect. Deals with the story of the great witch grandmother, who was worshiped on earth,
though she did not come from here.
But to Lucy, there were more books than any shall she had seen. It rivaled her grandmother's place,
and even the local bookseller. And what is more, grandmother was not the best place to learn things,
because she had medical textbooks, which were not the best place for Lucy to find reading material.
Where did you get so many books, there must be hundreds here. she was genuinely flabbergasted,
what's more even the books she recognized, and their were a few of these, she had never read before. If
you think about it, these were clues that not all of the books were native to this world, but smuggled.
And by means that you will hear about shortly.
The faun did not think he had so many books, except for Narnia during the cold winter when books
were rationed, and he was able to slip some aside. This was a great deal more than naughty, it was a
minor form of treason, which in kingdoms or Queendom was on the power with countenancing, or
imagining, the death of the monarch. Which is very bad, especially if the monarch really has power.
Which, in this case, she did. But you will meet the Queen very soon, and you'll realize that CS Lewis
was a good deal nicer then the real monarch would be.

She told him the story that her mother wanted to name the children, Ann, Martin, Rose, and Peter.
He recounted that the Queen was named for Jadis in Persian, and she piped up that she'd heard Persian
in some context. He didn't tell her that that clue was the final straw that she was from Earth, though he
had never been there, he knew that that was the Ur-planet. Which is to say the origin of all of the
planets, all of the rest of them are merely copies.
They fell into conversing, as if they were all friends, the way to people what if they had something
to share. In the faun's case its that he knew he was caught, and their was nothing left but to enjoy some
idol conversation, before being strung up, and all sorts of nastiness. In Lucy's case, she had never had a
friend, at least not as Thomas was. Their were adults who were trying to test her, and children who
were teasing her, and her siblings, who were trying best they could to the as far away from her as
possible. Thus, Thomas was quite different from any of the categories that she had previously thought
possible. And if you think back in to your childhood, that was a great deal and them some.
Than Thomas regaled her with the time he was 16, and already there was snow on the ground the
entire winter. She believed him instantaneously, because that was just the nature of these things.
Then she realized, a great many minutes, even hours later, that she must be going. It was in fact a
suggestion which came from Thomas, though subliminally. He realized that whatever guard was
attached to her would have me the rounds, and would be reporting to his commander, and he knew
what the orders would entail, because he had given such orders before, and did not like doing so. They
were unpleasant, to say the least.
But Lucy was blind this, she had forgotten the earlier part of the story, and was engaged in all of the
details of the present. Presently, I will talk about Eddie, though as I am sick, it may be a few days
before I will tell the story of the Queen and Eddie, which will be less polite them CS Lewis. I do want
to remind you, that this will go no further them the pages of this blog, because, it is to close a parallel
to the lion, the witch, and the wardrobe. So read it only for satisfaction.
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As I said in the ending of the last post, Eddie is mean - really, really mean. Not in a CS Lewis kind
of way, where he just fakes being made, but is rotten to the core of his time little body. This is because
he is not like Lucy, and nor is he like the older two members of the troop, where he has developed a
conscience, he is only beginning, and that is a rough time to be. What it means first and foremost, is
he's grouchy - grouchy beyond redemption. He doesn't need to be that way, but he is nonetheless.
And what's more, he wants to be grouchy, and find other people who are grouchy, and he doesn't
know that some people are this way all of the time, and like it. So on like Eddie, there mean all of the
time, not just a phase that there going through on the way to being and adult. Jadis was one of these
people, and she knew it, and knew that most of the people who are like her outgrow it, so there is a
short window to turn them really rotten.
Now in CS Lewis's version of the story, Edmond really isn't that bad, and he catches her at a very
opportune time. This story doesn't tell it that way. The first we have to get back to our own world, and
tell the story from the beginning. Or at least from my beginning, interleaved with CS Lewis's
beginning.

In Lucy's timeframe, it was about four hours, but for the others it was the blink of an eye, they didn't
even notice that she was gone, which means that the time spent interleaving through the wardrobe was
also missing, which would tell you something if you had read Einstein's papers in German, or some of
the translations into English. Not one of the three noticed she was gone. Which means, as I said,
wardrobe was not from this planet, but the ethereal world that CS Lewis call Narnia, which actually
was in Italy.
Now here is a rub, why did it know that the second time through there was only one wardrobe, and a
solid bottom? Think about it, if it were a property of the Empire beyond the sea, that is God, why did it
one to draw Edmund and not anyone else? If her were not, then its under the control of God, which
means there is some other power, reaching through the darkness and manipulating. And it has evil
intent. Now it could be that God wants there to be a villain that comes with absolution, and that's all
right, if you believe that free will exists. But even in these child stories, their our questions that tug at
our strings. This leads back to what is called theological determinism, and other things of that very
nature which is a glue that binds arguments together.
CS Lewis this not have the problem, because he really believes, and I do mean truly believes, that
the world exists for God alone. And if you believe that as well, there isn't a problem, you just pick one
to believing, whether esoteric or biblical, or some other kind, and you're done. But if you our like me,
you want a good yarn without all of the theological clapped, and want some different mean, because
honestly, it doesn't really makes sense in CS Lewis's world of 4004 BC. Which he may, or may not,
have believed in. I think he was a long Deist rather then a short Deist, I may half to look it up, but I
believe he adopted science and religion, but believed in religion rather more, at least that's what the
people who want me to read his works want me to believe. I have another however. I really don't have
the material of Narnia, though I can get it.
Anyway, in this story the little boy comes immediately in after her, to take her spot and her to
getting caught, so seeing her rush outside the closet, he immediately rushes in to claim the spot, and he
expected to close the door. But what he found was the same thing that she had discovered just a
moment, his time, before. Being a little boy rather than girl, he trashed his way through the coats, just
to make a mess of them, when he to discovered that there was a beyond, which he did not expect at
all. You'll notice that I use certain words, because it called for, though I don't Use them in most of my
writing. We will see if that will work, him not, and I will have to stick some where I did before. In my
story, he didn't use an overcoat, he just tore off in two the early dawn. On like his sister, he was not
concerned about keeping clean, and rather avidly made a mess. In his mind, he was free, totally free.
Though he would not think of what free really meant, because it was an abstraction that had no
meaning. His brother Peter would actually lecture him on this point, and he knew it.
Then he realized he was lost. Not lost as in I can't find my way, but lost seriously lost. All of a
sudden he was worried, and frightened, and didn't exactly know where he was. One thing he was sure
of, this was not the place which he had left from. Did get me wrong, where he left from it was cold,
brutally bitterly cold, but he knew that this was something other then a backdoor, or some such, and it
was not in the city, which he knew, but in the countryside, because he knew that, unlike Lucy, the trees
were close together, which means they were young.
Fortunately for him he heard what word sleigh bells, which he had heard once before when on
Christmas Eve the management of the town brought sleighs, he'd also heard them on the radio several
times. But it was different, the bells were deeper, and more melodic. There was no high pitched sound
like the bells were on Christmas Eve. So he did the logical thing and hid himself behind a very large

oak tree, which was obviously here from the beginning, at least hundred years or more. But it wasn't
good enough, and the witch new, in fact she stared in two his eyes as if he were straight in front of him,
as opposed to behind the oak tree. She had magic, you see, the only one of two.
Of course he stopped right in is tracks, because while he getting know magic, he realized that their
was something odd about her, and he did not one to find out what.
I said you there, continued the Queen, show your so at once. This is your last warning.
He didn't need another warning, and stepped out in to the frigid frozen air, which had a flurry haze
over everything. It was not exactly overcast, but almost.
Again continued the witch: What are you? Though she knew exactly what he was, but she wanted
to make sure. Because their were certain creatures that looked like son of Adam, or daughter of Eve,
but were not.
I am Eddie, and I was just playing out in the snow.
The Queen was satisfied that he was indeed a son of Adam, but she would have to find out whether
you was one, or part of a group, because part of a group is much more dangerous. She knew that Aslan
would follow right after them. And she had to be prepared for that instance.
Come sit next to me, and tell me what stories you have. actually there was only one story which
she wanted to hear, and it began we four set out... they were a lot like Eddie and the Queen, they got
straight to the point. He like this, and was comfortable with it. So he climbed out and the sleigh, which
was quite tall, and grinned a lazy grin, and said: You look like a person I can to business with.
I'm sure we can work out and arrangement. She smiled a ugly looking grin, and her footman grasp
the sleigh bells, and with them into shape. They were talking, the Queen and Eddie, all the way back to
the palace, which was not Cair Paravel, Though she keeps in good condition, probably to trap anyone
from despoiling it.
At that moment, Eddie turned to the Queen, and ask her: Where are we going?
Where going to the place where all business will be connected, is that all right with you?
Perfectly. replied Eddie. Because it didn't matter, so long as it is fine for everyone, then it had to be
good for him. Realize, deep in his darkened heart, there was mischief, though he didn't know what
kind.
It wasn't a very long ride, though the foothills mast the entrance, their were four main foothills each
one of them higher then the last. Finally, the footman, who was a bit shorter than Eddie, made a noise,
which was to the horses, and the Queen motioned to Eddie that it was time to get out.
They were at the foot of an enormous stronghold, and it was blacker than soot. While the grand was
white when it was not trod upon, it turned gray when it was mired with hoof prints, on those places
where it was used, but those areas were narrow, indicating that only the Queen used the carriage, all of
the rest went on foot, or used their own transportation. This was under by how few there were of
reindeer, which was the only kind. There were no, for example, horses or oxen. The tower was only 30

feet tall, but wide, as if it were from the beginning of time, it had not a nick or a scratch on it face. Even
the Queen bow before it, almost as if by reflex. Eddie thought that this was a place older, then man, or
woman he reminded himself. The plan was rectangular in nature, and only slightly did it make stride
steps upward. It was not impressive compared to buildings on Earth, bought it was towering and
resonant here in its native plane.
You can go in now. The Queen was in a hurry, and her voice showed at. Eddie was not one to
question orders from a person such as this. Nor was the Queen going to put up with this.
Going from out to in, there was a the rift of footman or other household people. It was almost as if
there were no people but the Queen to service, which was true. The Queen had no need, for anyone
because she was immortal, and therefore needed no King. This stop Eddie in is tracks, because he want
to be the King, when he was old enough, but then he realized there was no Princess to follow the
Queen. And this disturbs him very much, And the Queen definitely noticed it, and noted that she would
be eliminated as soon as possible.
Looking at the Hall from the inside, it seemed much more spacious, but drab, the Queens taste ran to
the minimum, and then some. There were only 12 pairs of flights, in a very large hall. Hence it was
dark, very dark indeed, though the Windows and doorways had light in them. Which means they were
not the Queens design, but she was living there. There were squares about 12 feet across along the
ceiling, though not long the the walls.
Is this your design? He asked, though it probably wasn't.
I don't think I wish to answer that question, and in fact I don't want to answer any questions at all.
What I would like to do is have you answer a very simple question. Are you alone, or do you have
brother and sisters? he noted that brother was singular, while sisters were plural, and that meant
something. Though what he could not say what.
4
We believe alone Eddie, though we will get back to him, and pick up from the three other children.
The two other children did not see Eddie go in to the wardrobe, instead they saw Lucy opening the
door.
Peter bellowed out: Your it, Lucy. Give us account of 10, slowly.
Lucy stared at the two older children, and looked at her feet. She mumbled something, and did not
look up at them.
What was that? the girl cried out. I didn't hear you.
I said that Eddie is behind the wardrobe wall. this did not make sense, what did she mean by
behind, instead of inside? Was she just being Lucy about things, and she meant that behind as soon
outside of perhaps? Or was it something else? Peter looked behind, as in going around the outside
and checking to see whether Eddie was outside of the wardrobe. Began back around and said: there is
nobody there.
I didn't say he was behind wardrobe, I meant he is behind it the on inside. She sniffed as if it made

perfect sense.
Of course, it did not make any sense at all to the older children. What do you mean, exactly, by
that? Ask Peter. Adding the phrase by that was a way of nodding to his teacher, who often used the
phrase when he was lecturing. Peter did so unconsciously by this point.
He is inside the wardrobe, and out side in the world.
In here? asked Sandra, You do realize that's quite absurd on the face of it. At this point she
removed the wardrobe and pointed inside, thinking that there would be a behind at the bottom of this.
Then something wondrous happened. Peter and Sandra each pulled on one of the doorways, just to
show Lucy how absurd it was, when their was outside creeping in through the doorway, just as if
nothing had happened. There was a peak of green from the trees, and blue from the sky, though it was
almost starting to turn towards night. It was not a scene out of Earth, because no where on earth could
you have a blue that was towards the middle of the day, a crimson on the westerly horizon, and a black
towards the east. It was quite a strange combination, indeed.
The two older children appeared quite slowly in to it, not being sure how it happened. They were
treated to a magnificent sky, filled with a umber, in the very small corners, to a rich opalescent tableau
in the center. It was quite the sight, and it did not miss a beat as if every wardrobe in the world shown
like this. Outside in their world, it was gray, as gray as it came. There were lights, and if you looked
very closely, you can see people going about their business. No one, at least no one who would care to
mention it, looked up in to the window, and saw what was there.
But the children did, and looked at everything, down to the smallest of leaves, and the great orb of
the sun, which was quite a good deal larger than our own sun, but much dimmer. If this were science
fiction, even high science fiction, it would mean that the sun was dimmer, which includes seven it is,
but he had not thought of this I think in the first book. Which is a little strange, because the sun is a
great deal smaller than the earth, and in range of least one giant to snuff it out.
On the other hand, in stories written a long time ago, they didn't even think about the sun having a
range at all, or there were quiet rumblings which noted that the sun was a good deal further away than
they thought possible. So the imagining of this world is from a time where people knew that sun was a
good deal further away, but they wanted to pretend that it was much closer then was possible. Such is
the strangers of a time which is closer than close, but once to be further away into the blurring distance.
The two older children were amazed, simply amazed, but Lucy pointed to the sun and said: see I
told you he was inside the wardrobe, and outside in the fresh air. which was not exactly what she said,
but small children do not recognize that they have misremembered what they said.
I don't believe it. which Sandra said in order to believe, where as Peter would have said it and
meant that he really did not believe. This is the difference between most boys and most girls, girls
really want to believe, and most boys want desperately not to believe, perhaps your experience might
be different from mine.
Lucy went in to the coats, grabbing a short one as she passed into the forest. Peter was next, and just
barely grabbed a coat from the arms of Sandra, who then placed a coat on her self. Then they were off
together with Lucy leading the way, but she was not going to Thomas' place, because she remembered

that the Queen's henchmen would already have been there, which removes one part of the story that CS
Lewis had. Don't get me wrong, it's very good story snippet, but it doesn't actually make sense, Lucy
would have known better than to even try it.
So where are you we going? Asked Sandra.
Where going to find out where Eddie went to, would be my guess. That was Peter of course.
Wherever he is, he's in trouble, bank on it. Sandra said. Don't you hate this this person said,
that person said, it really is a pain, which is why I don't do it in my story arc. After a while it really
claws at the edges, and yet most people do it. It must be standard practice, and they don't even think
about it. But it's annoying none the less.
Anyway, they all agreed that we're ever it was that Eddie had gotten him so into, it was the worst
possible situation he could have gotten into. Only they didn't know that it was that much trouble.
What they did know, was that Eddie was thrashing around, aimlessly, going this way and that. They
couldn't make out all of the tracks, but they found one pair of tracks out, which must be the one he
decided on in the end. Than they saw a point where he stopped, and hit behind a tree, and then walked
out in two plain site.
There is trouble. commented Sandra.
What kind of trouble do you think it is?
Look at the... that was Lucy, and she did not know that there were reindeer, because she had not
seen them, even on TV.
It seems unlikely that they were horses, perhaps deer, though I never seen them... and then he
stopped to, because this was not on earth, nor was it in the city, and this had delivered a blow, that had
only just begun to sink in to all of their heads. They want on earth, they weren't in the city, and there
were no parents anywhere. It was just them, and only them. At that moment through three of them
realized that they were truly alone.
If Eddie were not missing, the could go back and pretend that none of happened. cried Sandra. But
Peter interrupted her.
I didn't see any wardrobe behind us, it was gone. Is that how you recollect it?
Gradually all three children began to understand that they were trapped in this other place, until
whatever it is they had to do here was finished. And first stop was to get Eddie, from the hands of his
captor.
They split up and moved down the trail, towards what looked like a basin that was traveled over,
there were a set of tracks. Clearly, these were deer tracks, not hoof prints, Because they clearly were by
bi- not mono-. I realize that bi- and mono- are definitely not at the grade level that I'm trying to
achieve, but they look nice and there is no reason for them to get themselves into trouble, because they
are short enough to get by. Why should they be excluded, when by his all right?

They stared at deer tracks, and if they had been any holder they would have divine a good number
of things, but Peter was 12, and they ran down the scale, so there grasp was very good, especially in
what could be call mountainous regions that they, as city folk, were not privy to. The were, as my
grand mother would say, flummox, and modifying word that is, even though you don't hear it so often.
They were jostling and nudging, and even at the verge of a fight between Peter and Sandra. They were
not the most well behaved people and the world.
At this moment, Lucy put her foot down and said Is this what we're like when no one sees as? the
older two children stopped and were both ashamed, their aunt would be very cross with them, and so
they said then selfs on their best behavior. And then something caught Peter's eye - though only for an
instant.
You there, behind the tree, what are you staring at? Explained Peter.
At first there was no movement, but then there was shivering, and over that, hemming, though that
was largely under the control of whoever was behind the curtain. It was a little taller than Lucy, though
shorter than Eddie, and it was coated with fur, and of course this being the part where Peter, Sandra,
and Lucy discovered beavers, was of course a male beaver. He was twice as tall as an ordinary beaver,
and if you really looked at him, there would be something odd. And then it was discovered what it was.
He could talk.
But he didn't want to, at least not until the humans talked, because he had never seen an actual
talking human before. Very few people in Narnia did. And mostly they were Queen and a few giants,
and without exception, except Aslan, they were thoroughly nasty people.
You wouldn't hurt you, we promise. Sandra promised, and she really did mean what she said. Oh
by the way, do you believe in book 7 she was a traitor? It doesn't seem right to me, why would the
person betray someplace that she had spent years growing to love? Their were characters which had a
great deal less to gain.
Finally the beaver piped up, and said: Your friend is off with the queen, that is not the story that we
tell here. There have to be four, no more, no less. I suppose me and Ma Beaver will have to rescue you,
because there isn't anyone else. Papa Beaver was very matter of fact, much more so than CS Lewis
would have liked.
You would like to come with you. said Peter. The girls both nodded in ascent.
You do realize that Aslan will want to see you. Explained the beaver, and he may be rough in his
aspect.
Who is Aslan? Queried Sandra.
He is son of The King Over the Water. This was the beaver talking, obviously.
You're monarchy, how quaint. Sandra replied.
What other kind of system to you have? Asked the beaver.
All three of them decided not to get into this, partially because it would be obvious which country

they came from, where as this way, that isn't a problem.

It doesn't matter, since, the moment, we are in... exact which country are we in any way? Peter
queried.
Why, Narnia of course. The beaver almost wrinkled his forehand as if anyone would know which
country they are in.
Then we are going to do things the Narnian way. So can we speak to the King Over the Water, or do
we have to rely on Aslan? Replied Peter.
I have never heard of anyone talking directly to the King Over the Water, and I doubt it's ever been
tried. As they were talking they were also trailing behind the beaver, over hills and dales. Until finally
they came to a pond which was clearly a beaver pond. Let's go inside, you never know who might be
listening.
So they did, and we will pick up their tail in a very short while.
5
You might think that I'm going to tell the same story that he CS Lewis, and that might be what I
would do so if I were writing a post that is in my teens. But here is where it goes wrong. First of all, I
don't like the way Eddie is portrayed, first he gets Turkish Delight, then he is chained to the reindeer,
which it you think about it is strange. What's also strange is that witch does seem to be motivated, not
only does she put her charge in chains, but she doesn't even care about his three companions. Don't get
me wrong, there have been intermittently incompetent people, who will do almost anything to screw
things up, so it's not surprising in that respect. But if you're going to take a picture villainess, you might
as well do it well, so that they are real companions will learn something. I also rather suspect, if you
don't mind, that be would not think of Turkish delight as the first thing on his mind, there are a few
good renditions of it, most of the use rather bland. It you know where to find it, often in a large city,
you can try some for yourself.
So in her ire, she scheming how to turn things to their best example. She remembered living on
Charn, which was oriental, and her hints mimicked that style of long tapering movements, and
elongated movements. She was not proud of this, is merely something that she did, neither more nor
less. She was practical, and level headed, and so did not notice this at all. She noticed that her
companion news but it was only something that he watch, and did not feel anything about it. She was a
scheme person, all the way down through to the inside, and what's more, she was going to change,
unlike Eddie who was just gone through a phase, and would eventually snap out of it, if someone like
witch did not interfere.
In other words, they knew a great deal about each other, and each one hoped they was one aspect
which would be hidden from the other. In any Eddie's it was very simple, and transparent to the Queen:
he wanted power, and he thought that in time, if he with survive long enough, there would be no more
queen, and he could take over. What he did not know was she had a secret, that anyone could have told
him, if only he would listen, that was she was immortal, and so there was no reason for her to give one
inch of her power. You can see, that her secret was a great deal more useful than is was. She just needed
to keep her secret from him, which wouldn't be surprising since all of her minions were not talking, and
the rest of Narnia, now, would not speak to Eddie and less they really had to, and not on the topic of her

immortality. They were only going to say what he did to be said, and not one bit more. Though they
were honest, and not lie for the sake of lies. It is only a very few creatures which will lie. Human
beings among them.
So, what is your purpose? You can call me by Jadis, which his mind secret name, all the rest refer to
me as Queen. she began with a mellifluous - that's with a magnificent flourish - beginning.
I just wanted to hide from Peter, when I came in to this place. he said.
Now in another context, anyone else would not realize that they are was any other place than
Narnia, or lands associated with it. But Jadis new that there were planets connected to this one which
with magic you could go between. Eddie did not realize that he was talking to someone who had
traveled between worlds, and was preparing a trap for him. She even knew that he was probably from
Earth, because she had briefly visited. And if you read book 6 you'll realize, she didn't like Earth at all.
Instead with the same tone of voice, she continued: Due you have other friends? if it had been
Lucy, Peter, or Sandra, they would have said yes immediately, but Eddie was warned, though he
wouldn't exactly know how, and began to realize that the Queen, or Jadis, which CS Lewis took from
French, meaning long ago, or Persian, where it meant witch, or probably both. Of course Eddie did
not realize this, speaking neither French nor Persian.
Just Peter. he replied, though the witch new better. That's the thing about dishonest people, they
know when they are talking to other dishonest people, in the main. She also knew that there were two
boys, Eddie and Peter, and she would have to assume that there were at least two girls. So she had to
get all of them together. The problem was there could be more than four, and so she would have to get
all of them. Because if there were four or more, it wouldn't do any good to dispose of Eddie, and leave
only three.
You must take the to where Peter is, and we will... persuade him that he would do best to join us.
There are two very powerful warlords, Aslan and Tash, who would love to sink their teeth in to mine
small realm of Narnia. in this she meant, and he got it, that Peter would be subservient, if not
actually dead.
Do you want some food? After all, it may take some time to persuade Peter, when we can find
him.
Now several things were spinning in his mind. One of these was why we're the room was bright was
it kept so dim, there just wasn't something quite right about that. The other thing was he was sure that
when they reached Peter, she would find out about the two girls. And, though he was not sure about
this, he was sure that he would be treated the same way as the other children, and he realized that that
was going to be nasty. So there was a creeping worry that this was going to be the and for him. And
while he did not care about Peter, Lucy, or Sandra, he did care about himself. So he would have to play
along until he could get away.
Why is this room so dark, when it could be brighter? he asked.
Before my time they liked it than bright, rare as I like it quite a bit dimmer, so I turned the lights
down. what she did not say was that she was older than this room and everything else in this world,
but she did not want to disturb the way things were, in case there was some magical that she didn't

know, there were a lot of things which were like this. She didn't want to medal with anything, encase
there was a trap. Because that's the way she would have done, though most people would not have.
Then add that moment, she turned her eyes away to address some correspondence to Hasta Olmak,
the guardian of the northern border, were things where much more rowdier than even Narnia, not only
were the Giants not able to take instructions, they were quite dim. And dim Giants were not what the
Queen wanted. At that moment, he looked across the table and tried to see if there was something he
could palm, in order to use it later. Fortunately, there was, a knife, which slid between his thumb and
forefinger to keep in his pocket. Than as quickly as she turned away to answer the correspondence, she
was again centered on Eddie, but he had done his work.
I'll tell you a secret. Proclaimed witch, though she had her reasons, they were not good.
What's that?
I was not born in Narnia, or on any place else on this planet. And I think you are saying way. Am I
right? The witch said.
He didn't seem like much a leap. Yes, how did you know?
Most humans, indeed all the I have met, our from Earth, and most of my kind, are from a world
called Charn, or a related planet. Thus I felt you to be from Earth. she did this to confirm what she
already suspected.
Why is that important?
It means we're alike. All of the native populations, don't have anything but living to attend to. Its
only we, from other worlds, which wish to strive for something better. she put an emphasis on this,
hoping that that would be enough to calm Eddie. And it might have worked just a few minutes before,
but now Eddie was on edge, and new that the Queen, the witch, or Jadis, did not mean him any thing
like the best for him. He looked outside, their were for stairs up on the second level, but he did not
know if they had troops. He was right, there were troops gathering even as they spoke.
Then searched, for windows or other things that might be a means of escape, but this did not see. It
was almost as if he was being tracked, and that he would trapped, and that was never a good feeling.
But the Queen wasn't concerned about whether or not he was frightened, or nervous, because she
had moved on, and she was thinking about other topics.
Just then a footman entered in to be room, with two other men beside him. They were a good deal
shorter than you would expect, and in human terms they would be dwarfs, but there was something odd
about them that made it clear they were not little people, but fully formed, and if I had time I would
show you the difference between them and little people.
We have the faun that you asked us to bring back.
Yes, yes, putting down over there. the Queen replied, though she had only a little brain to worry
about him, she had long since devoted enough time, she saw, to Thomas - because this was exactly the
faun that Lucy had met. If she had just a little bit more brainpower, she would have connected that this

faun was the same one that had found Lucy. But she didn't quite have that much brain power left, and it
wasn't as if she'd actually asked whether this one was human, and that his all the difference in the
world.
But Eddie saw something quite different, he had never seen anything that was condemned to die, and
it was not pretty, even though it was not human, there were signs that it had feelings. He looked up and
down the whole figure, and every minute change was represented. The only difference was, he was
gray and cold, and he realized that everything was just the way it would be represented.
He reached out to touch him, and under his breath, to low to resolve, he said: Goodbye little faun.
He saw packages which were turned to stone, and realized that they had caught him on aware, and that
to was sad. What has he been thinking of? Here was a perfectly good faun, changed to stone, and it was
going to stand perfectly still. And then he realized that there were eyes in the faun which were circling
his own, as if to say that there was something recognizable. And not was truly horrible to think that the
faun could recognize his face, and to nothing about it.
Come to me, little man, we have work to do. she motioned with her right arm, continent that he
was hers, and would do anything at least for a short while. Then he would learn that she was greater
than he was. But he knew that already, told by the eyes of a faun.
He stared at the faun one last time, and then followed the witch, who was now nothing to him but a
witch. Then clambered outside into the snow, and he faintly saw that there was grass, and he didn't
remember seeing that before. Then he saw the witch, who was truly shaken, and tried not to display any
sort of feeling, but there was a discussed that only just registered. And then he knew that things were
going wrong, and he had to get away. If he did not go because of the faun, he might have been just
aware enough to retreat in the face that was coming. You and I will knew this has Christmas Eve, and it
was the sign that the forces of Aslan were coming back to rescue Narnia. But one of the things that was
on the list, was to get Eddie back on side, actually it was very important, though neither the witch, or
indeed anyone, knew that. But there were signs that few would miss in the coming hours.
6
Three children followed the beaver long way back to his, rather his and his wife's, very spacious
dam. Not only was it large, and had three young adults learning their trade, but this was the place where
a host of activities leading the resistance gathered. Believe me, after one hundred years there will
definitely be resistance to witch, for they did not ever use where Queen in polite conversation. There
were committees, and they actually did something. Their were committees to take care of children
while there parents were off doing something, there were committees to collect all sorts of objects, and
even committees to turn other individuals, like Thomas for example, and keep tabs on what they, they,
that is the Queen guard, though I will repeat no one called that in polite company.
This activity had gone on for a long time even though there was no Aslan anywhere to be found.
Actually Aslan was around, but he was not pleased with certain conditions which were going on, and
shook his head at the worst of them. The stories would be told quite well after the fact, though in this
time it didn't seem clear why Aslan was taking his time. This is normal, people don't like to think there
at fault, even when they are.
The beaver stopped at the water front, and was perplexed. How would he get the children below,
when they didn't look like they could. Presently the mama came up and filled in, from the log cabin to

one of the branches, and the three children were soon nestled inside. It was surprisingly warm, but then
they were talking beavers and they liked it this way, as opposed to a non-talking beavers, who wanted
just one enough, and not a good deal more than that.
Once inside, while the children were hungry but more interest in details of Aslan, and beaver
children were not on some bark, that being what they ate, mom and papa were huddled down, and
keeping quiet, it is to be time to talk of many things.
When I went out to check on the rumors, I had a premonition that this time was going to be
different. We have had lots of rumors, mind you, but they turned out to be false, or at least not
confirmable. Begin the Papa Beaver. but there was something different.
Even before you went out, there was patches of green grass, or at least things that would become
green grass when they had had some time to work their magic.
There no magic, just they need to warm up first. replied Papa.
Will have this discussion later, first we have to explain that there has been summer in, well more
than my time. said Ma.
So there is no end to the winter? explained Peter.
None at all. Explained Papa.
How dreadful! Said Lucy. Which is the first exclamation point that I used. And their won't be
many others, because they should be preserved for people talking, not the narrator.
That's how we, I won't say new, but fairly close to it. Explained Papa.
Well that's how he knew, I just had a warm feeling in the back of my toes. My
always sentimental these sorts of things, and she wore her heart on her sleeve at these particular
moments. Papa was a little more subdued, but he looked at her with great deal more warmness then was
justified as only a friend. It was clear that there was not a fresh bloom, but more than a quiet
companionship that was there.
Both Sandra and Peter were uncomfortable about this, because they were just barely able to know
what was going on between,the two of them, but not able to grasp the details. Since they were
precocious, there was no denying what was felt, but as the two older animals were passed and only
rarely fill the kind of friskiness, the two children were not able to grasp all that was there. That is they
knew what was going on, but didn't know all that they should.
Peter, the underneath he felt bashful, was going to get on with Business. In his heart he knew this
was important for him most of all, because the he did not know the extent of it, this was his lifes work.
When you are 12, and very few 12 this, your life is just beginning. So what do we do now? he was
taller and stronger than just a few minutes ago, these were his people, however long, or short, there
command would be. He was the right choice, from well far back in his life. He was more than strong,
into command with just the voice.
Well, first of all we need to force. One which will take which take the which head on, and one

which will storm her castle while she is attempting to crush us. at the same time that Papa was reciting
this, Mama was getting out a few maps and showing every one we're a few things were, there was the
event lamp post, where they had come in to Narnia, the Witch's stronghold which neither faced the East
or the West but was landlocked, and the mighty Caer Parevel, which unlike the Persian references is
Celtic, because truly deep down in his soul, he wanted to have Celts leave here mark, though he
recognized that everything from Celtic to the far reaches of Indian, were speaking the same language
and deserved recognition.
So what about Eddie, he needs to be in this to, and but for the witch will grab them and pardon for
him. said Peter, with either pomp, nor circumstance.
Well first of all we need to know whether or not which is that there are four, and exactly for of you.
Is she does, she will bargain away to get Aslan to surrender himself. This was the Papa of course, he
was a bit pompous in that way, though he would not admit such a thing.
What if Eddie has a plan, not everyone is so... well, standoffish is the only word I can think of.
This was Sandra talking. Though she was not as old, she was even more precocious than Peter, and she
knew that while she was not going to be the high Queen, In this or any other set of books, she could be
the power be hind the throne, which was not to bad, but it had disadvantages that she would talk to the
creator about. When she could find out who he, and it was definitely a he, was.
This was a surprise, that is thinking that a human would have an original idea, which was foreign to
an animal's mind, took some getting used to. As usual, mama grasped it first, but as usual she let Papa
blurred it out, thinking that he was first.
Why would he do something like that, and less it was... no one around the table had heard of free
will and it was only vaguely a concept, but the children had a good idea that it was in operation.
Then Lucy pipe up, with amazing decision: Because he does not know Aslan, and wants to be the
hero in his of story. Which made sense, even if the witch had told him about Aslan, which she had, it
was going to be a distorted picture, because the Queen, in her mind, was the hero the story. And this
was the rub, though everyone once to be the story, most of the time there are only a few to hero, and
rest just pretend to be. And what's more, everyone else sees clearly the person they R talking with isn't
truly the hero, though they carefully don't realize that if it applies to everyone else in the world, it
applies to me, whichever me that is.
This sent off a storm of chattering amidst the beavers, because while the children new such a
concept, though they did called, not no exactly what it was called, the beavers word perplexed. But
after quarter of in hour, they, that is the beavers, decided that this was ordained in this kind of story.
Realize that Virginia Wolfe have written a very different kind story, which was just getting popular
around that time.
Well I guess you know something about Aslan which we don't, so will take your word on it, even
though it seems quite strange to us.
Maybe that's why there here. Reminded Mama.
I guess you're right. Opinion Papa. I really do need to get rid of these two word expressions,
they're not my style, and they sound dated to my ear. But then, I don't like people talking when anyone

can figure out, if only it takes a little effort. However, most people disagree with me, and it seems like I
am going to be forgotten.
We should decide whether this is all we have to do.
There is one step that we have to take. this was Mama, because she knew that Papa wasn't going to
figure it out. we have two go to the Broken Stone Table, because that is the place where Aslan will be
killed by the witch, and both of them know that he is going to make some powerful magic to escape.
And she does not know what it is, but she will bet she can get the upper hand. It is, how should one say,
the stone under his claw.
I hope you mean that metaphorically. this was of course Sandra talking, because she didn't like
things like claws to come into the picture.
In our world, everybody has claws, why would Aslan be any different? Blurted out Mama, for
getting her manners.
It was at that point that the three children realized that Aslan was probably not from Earth, but from
Narnia. It didn't settle well with them, but the realization was more and more visible. Then it happened,
they used to be from earth, but now more and more, they wear from Narnia, and things were different
in these parts.
I wonder what will happen when we go back. Muse Sandra, That is if we ever due go back at all.
I hope we don't go back and tell we are quite old. this cry was, of course, from Lucy. it may be a
small kingdom. She looked at the map and saw that it was quite small even to her mind. but there is,
well it's ours, and not won't be the same in the other world.
That is to be decided later, right now we have to rescue best place from the trouble. Which we are
partly to blame for. If you can't tell that is Peter, I don't know what I can do for you. The voice is so
Peter its not funny. Peter did not know how long he had on this earth, but more people than he would
have liked found themselves with not much time at all. So he was prepared to take what he had, and
enjoy every minute of it.
I mean let's face it, we could be walking and then, Saundra made a motion with both her hands,
blame, were dead just because someone wanted to use their gun.
What's a gun? Replied Papa. You see what I mean by to word apostrophes? It very annoying.
The children realize that the children of 1950 were going to live a long life, though there parents,
including CS Lewis, would recognize. But that didn't include then at all, they would be gun down, or
some other worse fate, or hidden away in prison because that was the degree from up at top of things.
Even though it was not inevitable and tell it had been decided by men with lots of money, and is was
generally men making the decisions, and the were white and rich.
7
It is a powerful torrent of water, and it comes by night. The witch, like all of her adopted children,

seeks out not the light, but the darkness, where it can to the most damage, and surprise all that surround
them. This is why most of the folk do at least some time in the twilight that, if not entirely pleasant, is
safer than the day. Even in perpetual ghostly patterns, at least half of then would prefer night as
opposed to a cold morning winter. And the proportion grows if there are creatures that love darkness,
and will feed amply. Not all of the blackest of black serve Queen, some of them avail themselves, but
do not actually do much. As E. Gary Gygax pointed out, among several others, there is both good and
evil, and law and chaos. The which was both evil and lawful, she wanted everything her own way.
Many of her minions however, just wanted to see things, as the film director wrote, they just wanted to
see things bleed. That's Christopher Nolan by the way.
I say this, because there in the dark were the witch, Eddie, and a footman who wasn't exactly loyal,
going through the woods, along a path. They were never going to see the other three children, because
those three children were not on a path. The beavers were chaotic, but only just, they wanted things
their own way, but they wanted everyone to have their own way. Thus the witch wasn't going to find
them, or indeed most of the talking animals, because the lawful good, if I may use that expression, will
have been hunted down, or they would be with Aslan, who of course was the epitome of lawful good.
But chaotic evil wanted to be near the witch, but not to near, to hunt out the smaller creatures and
eat them. Though they would eat them slowly, and they would them alive as long as possible. To near
the witch, and she would impress them, to do her dirty work. And remember chaos dislikes order, as
much as evil hates good. So chaos once to be close to law to get goodies, but not so close as to be
impressed to servitude. You have to know these words, because without them, you will not get very far
in explaining yourself.
So just out of spell reach, their were the most unpleasant creatures, not only were they evil, but they
were chaotic as well. And say what you will about the witch, she would not hurt someone with out a
good reason. It didn't have to be much of a reason, mind you.
The witch was in fact thinking of what to do, they had been going through the trees, and she by her
good memory, knew where to step to stay on the proper path. In fact, she almost didn't recognize that
she was on a path at all, that part of her brain took care of things. She was thinking what to do once she
had killed Eddie, because it was probably going to happen, but she was not quite sure yet. Almost,
perhaps by the morning he would be dead.
The branches were of the coniferous version, of the deciduous version had long since died. Here and
there there were frozen insects, they were the non-talking kind, frozen as if they had not gotten away.
Also on the branches were several songbirds that were caught, singing away. Here and there there were
other signs that she, the witch that is, had taken over almost instantaneously. She turned to her footman,
and rapidly screen sum orders. It was at that point that any decided to leap from the sleigh, and get
away from her.
What a chaotic mess it was! Notice that I'm using an Exclamation point, though Wikipedia calls it
Exclamation Mark, and not just inside quotation marks. This is a sign of a subjective reader, not an
objective one. Eddie tripped over the side, not being too good with his hands, the witch, who was better
with her hands, but doing things with both, screamed out that he was getting away. The footman, who
was at this moment crumpling a paper to one of his friends, found himself caught like a deer in the
headlights. He did not expect the witch, or as he thought of her, the queen, to be ordering him around.
Thus the entire sleigh was going over, with everyone pending for him, or her, self.
What happened was that Eddie spilled down the whole, which had been dug by a family of

groundhogs, and because it was night, he disappeared. Witch and the footman continued to tear across
the field, not getting them selves together for about 40 m or so, by which time it was to late to figure
out which whole Eddie had gone down.
There witch was furious, and berated the footman quite a good deal, which didn't help at all.
Gradually she came to realize that this would not do any good at all. So she took the reins of the slide,
and after a quick look around, realized that she was not going to find the little boy.
Eddie, for his part, only just realized that he'd been shunted down, below the ground, only he didn't
know where. He saw a plain, but only for an instant. This was foothills and grass that had grown up.
Aslan was getting to work. What Eddie knew was it was a strange dry hole, which probably was lived
in. So he got going down the slalom ramp, which seemed to lead to the most likely group of
inhabitants. What ever they were, though he did not know whether they would be better or worse.
Then he reached in branch, one side was just dirt and , sand, but the other side was ornate and older
than the rest of it. He could see that there were symbols, carved in the ground. This was not something
that could be duplicated. They are were people, though they were stick figured people, the animals
however were realistic, and they moved in herds. He could recognize a woolly mammoth, among
many. The male was defending the path, while the female and a child escaped. They were not
completely realistic, but they were close. Then he saw something strange, it was a lion, with a halo, the
first time he had ever seen one on a lion, in Narnia, or on Earth, with a halo.
What he did not know, was that someone was staring at him. He, that is the observer, wasn't very tall,
and is saying something, but he was round. In fact he was almost as wide as he was tall, but that was
mainly fur. Than another set of eyes came forward, these were even smaller then the first pair of eyes,
and their was something odd about. First of all, though this was not as odd as it seems, the eyes were
completely black, but that is to of many creatures. And they were small, which is to of many fewer. But
what is noticeable, is they did not have fur but feathers. If you will notice, CS Lewis doesn't really have
birds, he has mammals, and he has also sorts of creatures which are have men and have beast, but he
doesn't really have birds. And it can't that all of the birds are small, because emu, and ostriches, are
quite large. This was, therefore, a decision on his part that I am going to overrule. As did CS Lewis,
when he decided that a mouse would be in the second book. Though to be fair, it was begun in the first
book.
Now what is most perplexing about this, is that CS Lewis usually has family, which are all of the
same time, or crew, with a lot of people, but he doesn't usually pair to of different kind of animals.
Which is, because normally CS Lewis would have a reason.
So the top pair of eyes, that is the bird, looked at the human and said, Your a peculiar kind of
animal, you're not mammal, you're not a bird, nor are you something like a faun. You look a little bit
like a dwarf, but your way too tall.
Eddie looked at the two pairs of eyes, and they did not quite resolved. But he knew that one pair of
eyes was a bird, and he guessed that the larger one was some sort of rodent, though a particularly large
one.
In my world the are there is kind of life that has intelligence. It is only since I got here that I met all
sorts of people, who have intelligence though they have different kinds of shape. replied Eddie, in a
bit of a huff, because though he seen dwarfs, From his point of view, they could be human, as the

witch. But before him it was obvious that the this was different, and decided so.
The mammal piped in: What do you to you mean? Another planet, don't you realize that this planet
is flat, and the sun revolves around it?
Eddie was just about to say that they thought the planet was flat, but in reality it was round. And
adult would positively know this. But it was false, Narnia and all of the lands were in fact flat. And so
Eddie was right to hold his tongue. Instead he said: on my world, which is quite a good deal different
from this world, the world is round so that if you start East, it will eventually go back around.
Poppycock. said the rodent, I've never heard of anything so strange in my life.
It could be true, said bird, the don't know if there are other planets, and Thomas has said that
there was a strong chance. And Thomas is an expert.
I will give you that Thomas is an expert, but I don't believe in this many world theory. Of course
CS Lewis in his six book has a whole planet filled with worlds. Each one of them contained within a
pond. And in the seven book there is more detail.
And what is this place?
We dug down and found, well look at it for yourself. Whatever it is, it's very old. I think it was
made by woolly mammoths. Though they have not been here in our time. this was the rodent.
Oh and by the way, what are your names. I'm Eddie, though my officials mean is Edward.
Names? We never actually been given names, Replied the rodent though I knew ask Aslan for
one. If he will give one to me.
I would as well.
Eddie was going to say, just pick your own, but realized he had been given a name by his mother.
Who knows, with an excessive connections, he might have been like them, and had no name to call his
own. So he said: Why don't you join with me, and we will find your Aslan together.
The rodent and the bird quickly discussed this, and agreed that this was definitely the best approach.
So they went all together, through the ornate vision of stairs, which were definitely part of the old.
There to find what could be found.
We are now separating from CS Lewis, and beginning and entirely new chapter, with the bird and
the rodent not being any part of CS Lewis, and being mine alone creation. I don't know whether there
will be other creations, but I certainly hope so. It would be so dull to remain faithful, when there are six
other books to pillage from. And that's only the start, because there is also the space trilogy, and
something The Screwtape Letters. On further afield, works from JRR Tolkien, who did not like an
amalgamation of the form that it took. There are other characters, but those are the featured characters
in the works.
8

Now we are in the woods, and what a difference it makes. Their was something cool about the air,
and it was pressure, having learned from East, which in these lands was towards the sea. The three
children, and two beavers, noticed immediately. You see, when they got there, there was no wind at all,
and there had not been endless the witch had ordered it. This was one of the clues that you should run
away, because we're here was storm, soon enough there would be the witch. And for most people that
was a bad idea.
So for all of 100 years, there had not been a fresh breeze. And the three children and two beavers
noticed it, as I said before.
If you are looking at Eddie, the space he exists between is added and dark, really dark. If you think
of the three children that are outside, even if I don't mention in the moon, which CS Lewis does not
most of the time, it is still lighter. It is wider, because there's no claustrophobic about the place. Yes it's
still dark, and I won't get away from this fact, but there is a large difference, between being under
ground, where it is truly dark, and being on top of the surface, even if it's covered with trees. Since you
are reading this, you cannot help but notice the difference between the underground, and the
aboveground.
Since this is above ground, and a fresh wind is carrying along everything, Peter, Lucy, and even
Sandra, are standing quite a good deal more upright, than when they first walked in. And of course this
goes for the beavers as well. Everything feels that it has changed when behind it, because as he is
coming very close at hand. Peter was ahead looking at the rocks that had once had glaciers, but were
now running free. There was a falls here, the top one was the lowest but widest, the middle part was the
highest but narrow, and the bottom was midway between the two. It was glorious, because it had not
been here just a few hours before, instead it was frozen, as all else would be. But now the falls were
running quite free, and everything around them was slowly making its way too doing the same.
It was now that they had been about four while, that this truly was different, because a blowing
breeze makes all the difference in the world. Peter was the most different, but everyone had the same
spry step. The girls and mama were giggling, sometimes quite loudly.
I've never seen these falls before, said Papa beaver, they only been ice.
I only seem water coming from a fire hydrant. Commented Peter.
What's that?
In the middle of the town, fires break out. Especially in the poorer sections.
That's sounds dreadful.
More than you would imagine, because there are millions of people.
Papa couldn't visualize millions if he wanted to, so instead just nodded. What he did know his Peter
and his sisters came from a very strange world, and was sure that he didn't want to experience it. He
also knew that his world once orderly and created by the Emperor Over the Sea, where as he wasn't
sure about Peter's world. And he imagined that Peter didn't either, let alone his two sisters.
I wonder what will happen when the go to your world. Though I would not be the one to go there,

mind you. I'll stay right here and listen to stories.

I'm sure you would. I like this world better as well.
Then why did your world even have to exist?
My world is much older.
Again, the beaver nodded. He realized that not only did he like the world better, but many of the
people from Peters world would as well. He relies that this might be the reason for his worlds
existence.
Now this is different between CS Lewis and his Christian followers. CS Lewis wants to persuade
them, and thus, doesn't want to bludgeon them to death with his point. But the followers want to
hammer the point home, more or less from the get-go. That point is very simple: the world is good,
because a good God created it. Nothing and nothing less. But CS Lewis when he is writing book, does
mean that there are not points to the discussed, but his Christian followers want to talk endlessly about.
And they don't want any non-believer, even one who attends the same church, to read the works in
question.
Where as CS Lewis wants to tell the tale, and every so often mind all of the readers of Who, and no
I did not say who, the main topic of the story is. This enrages the followers, and since they control the
content, they think they will get the last word.
Peter and Papa were first over the crest, and they could see further in the distance that people, over
other animals, had erected some tents. Not the kind of tents in our world, but grand and tall. They were
cream and turquoise, and all sorts of other colors, all of which were bright and shown in the moonlight.
There, there is a moonlight in this world, even if there isn't in CS Lewis.
That's the Army of Aslan.
In real terms, it was not all that large, but it really wasn't the problem. What was: was how large was
the enemy. But Peter was disappointed, and Lucy was crushed. They had been introduced to the world
by masses of people, and this was very small indeed. But Sondra was looking at the Army, and said:
This is a fine brave crew.
Peter and Lucy agreed that they were, and that was more important. After all the Greeks had beaten
1 million, or so it is said, the Persians, and begin the age of Europe. And that was in this world, with
bronze weapons and charioteers.
All of them chased down the hill, and were amazing refreshed after several hours of walking, or in
fact running.
Slowly they saw the people, or rather, centaurs and other folk who manned the ramparts. Not one of
them was human. And if slowly dawn on the children that they were indeed, different from everyone
else. It needs feel proud, and special, and resolve to be the people that they were meant to be. Even if it
would hurt, even if they didn't make it. Which was entirely different from how they were before. I say
this because CS Lewis said it. It was important to him, especially at the second book.

When they were a mile away, they looked over the tents, but then they were under the tents for
thousand meters or so, and this managed to make it different. Most of all, things were clean, clear even
then on earth. It was as if everything had been blown fresh and new. Then it hit Lucy, that Aslan was
part of collection, that is, he was not an adult from their world. And just at this moment, something
emerged from the darkness, it was a lion. And truly a magnificent lion it was. It was sleek and smooth,
as if it had just been given a bath. It's maw was tense, and gripping, as if it had been giving orders. It
looked up, and saw Father Christmas, who was a jolly old elf, and was skipping a long merrily, though
his sleigh was supported by nothing in particular.
The lion addressed Father Christmas, that's St. Nicholas for those of us in the United States.
Do you have the things for the Kings of Adam, and Queens of Eve?
Father Christmas simply not towards his black bag, and tilted his finger to his nose. It was a gesture
which he had done many times before. Moves elfs are dainty, and in this world, but not JRR Tolkien's
world just around the block, they are shorter than most. But father Christmas is the exception which
proves the rule: he is fat, though jolly. And he is a good deal taller than a man.
Then the lion turned to Peter, and said:
Welcome, you might be the one that will take the high thrown from the witch, though she calls
herself queen. But I thought there were four of you. What has happened to the younger son of Adam?
He's not with us. I don't know where he went to.
He probably is with the most awful person in Narnia, Lucy said, and won't come back even if we
asked him to.
No, the most awful person is Tash, and he is the same person I am.
I don't understand. Sandra remarked. Who is Tash?
Tash is a reflection of me. Where as I am good, he is evil. But your brother isn't with him.
Maybe he's with the witch. Mama remarked. Because, even if she's not as bad as Tash, she still
evil enough for us.
That is possible, she is cunning.
But wait, said Lucy I thought you knew everything.
No but my father does, but his knowledge is greater than mine.
I am afraid I don't understand.
Nor will you and tell you can be like me, which is at the end of world.
Is that a long time from now?

It's an eternity, and an instant. But it is better not to talk about this, because you will get confused
until it is the right time.
I guess I will have to take your word on that.
Then Sandra interrupted: What about Eddie? Are we doomed without his intervention? she was
very proud of the word intervention, having just learned it a couple of weeks before.
We will see. At this point all that he has lost is Father Christmases gift. Which is important, but he
can do without it, and you will not notice it, virtually, at all.
Your sure about this? I would hate to lose anything. Peter was annoyed, how could Eddie lose
anything, when every little bit could make the difference.
Worry about him coming in late, because that will be damaging. But for now, it's only a minor
setback.
Peter looked up at the pavilions, and notice that the creep of dawn was lapping up the tips of the
ramparts. It was clear that the day here was shorter than on earth, though it may not have been even, he
thought.
So what do we do right now?
Well first of all, declared father Christmas, you should take these, so that I can go!
The three children agreed on this, with Lucy getting a small bottle that was clear, and Sondra getting
a quiver of arrows, and Peter getting a sword. They didn't find out what Eddie would have gotten. Then
Father Christmas went on his way, up in to the sky. The reindeer were as white as snow, and blazoned
with gold on the trimmings. It then seemed that father Christmas was not tall at all, but short, having
disguised himself very well, perhaps because he carried toys for his presents.
Peter, you must come with me. We have some things to discuss, which only you can know.
With that Peter and Aslan with in to the nearest of pavilion, which was seen to be whiter than the
whitest thing they had seen. Meanwhile, Lucy and Sandra looked out over the land and the water, and
for very first time saw Caer Pavalet. It was magnificent castle, built in the manner of the 1300s. It rose
from deep below to high above, glistening in the waning moonlight, and rising steadily with the sun.
there was one tower greater than all the others, though three of them were almost as tall. It was very
tall, like in most movies, and there was a bluish cast to its hue. At the dockside there were three moats
that opened out on the shorter side, towards the land.
It's beautiful, remarked Lucy.
I hope will stay, though that's going to be decided.
9
Now things are dark, and a little bit earlier. When I was a teenager, typing away at a truly bad
manuscript, I was down in the basement - amiss all of the electron optics, who's work was my

grandfathers of obsession - every so often, I would go up the stairs - and on a clear night - there were
stars. That was the difference between the last chapter and this, in reverse. If only they, that if the
characters, could just look up and see the stars, the way Dante could, in their exact positions in some
ordered heaven, which only he could see. But neither Eddie, nor the bird, nor the rodent, could divine
either the Narnian constellations, which CS Lewis did paint, though not in any detail, or the
constellations of Earth. Which of course many people have painted over the years, of course.
Eddie was confused. At first he had blessed himself for having gotten away from the witch. But now
he was more confused then before. He was in a dark hallway, much of the time not even really seeing,
only in glimpses that passed without understanding. And a few seconds or so seeing one, but not both,
of the eyes that he knew were the birds eyes, or the rodent eyes, but never both at once. And really it
was only a snapshot of the eyes, and then was gone. It wasn't as if there were a smooth continuity, it
was more like a flash, of flash of eyes that glimmering from the blackness, and then were gone. There
were other images, and he did not know which ones were real.
Obviously, he wanted to know what was real, and what was simply in his head. He never thought
about this, he assumed that, with rare exceptions, everything that was going on around around him,
divided neatly in to outside of his head which he received through the senses. Though of course he did
think of them quite like that. And in his head, which transformed from out of nowhere.
As I said, here to for, their was only very rare exceptions, and he knew them afterwards as having
been a dream, though he didn't realize at the time. It was disturbing, he thought, that he would never
know if something had been from outside, or inside, the mind itself. It was so disturbing, that he tried
not to think about it at all. But it was bubbling up, partially because the bird and the rodent were not
quite then selves, or rather, there was something that they were hiding. Now Eddie didn't know what it
was, but he was fairly sure that he wasn't supposed to guess it. This made him running around trying to
ascertain what it could possibly be. It couldn't be too hard to guess, mind you, because they weren't
very bright, or at least it seemed so. With this as a parameter, he would guess that it had something to
do with the witch. It seems that I should be writing on Milo, the main character of Norton Juster book,
the Phantom tollbooth, because he is very much the same kind of character, and has a which not a
witch. There are all sorts of parallels between CS Lewis and Norton Juster. One of the main
differences is that Norton Juster is Jewish, and does not take his world war seriously than it deserves.
But there is a similarity, want happens when a child peers into their universe, and makes a story.
Realize there is a point where this happens, and then later on, he wants to make it so everyone can it, an
then he finds out just how hard this actually is. So most of them give up, or will not know if they have
any audience. Sometimes they will die before people read their works, or will then in the proper
context, perhaps because the proper context is the one that important people want them in. such as CS
Lewis.
There is one other similarity, CS Lewis and Norton Jester like to play tricks on unsuspecting people,
though CS Lewis was more polite about it.
Getting back to the original point, that of Eddie and his two, well they're not friends, but close
enough to imagine them as friends with a secret. He gradually listened harder to what they were saying,
and it became clear that they both thought the was clearly more deaf than he was.
It was the bird who talked first, at least it was the bird who was clearest. Do you think that we have
led him on, enough?

I think so. But we should dip around a few turns more.

I don't think I recognize any of this, this was done by humans I think.
I don't think their were any humans, replied the rodent, it's just a myth.
You live to far under ground, there are definitely humans that painted these walls.
Horse feathers, is just your imagination running away and dreaming up men and women. I tell you
there are no humans that have trod on this ground.
You probably are right, Interjected the bird, but I can't help but thinking, there may be some
truth.
You are dreaming.
Then everyone else must be dreaming the same dream. After all, there is one human, at least.
The rodent replied, but Eddie could not make out what it was. But it probably was more of the same,
though the rodent was winning the battle, the battle of who are you going to believe, me or your lying
eyes. Even when people see something, they resist and return to their previous conception. In this case,
that humans were a myth, even though they had one with them, and were leaving him, at least Eddie
thought so, too certain death.
This disconcerted Eddie, because he had offered his friendship, and they were scheming to get rid of
him. It was clear that, while they weren't aligned with the witch, when things came down to it, they
would rather take the unpleasant thing that they knew, rather than take a chance with something that
was possibly pleasant, but they didn't know for sure.
Then he thought, why not say so, in interrupt the fantasy that he had not heard what they were
talking about. He thought the bird would understand, but he was not so sure about the rodent. And he
wanted to carry both of them into the light. Even were it the kind of light which is the darkness of stars,
because even that would be better than this. He didn't know where it came from, because he didn't
know that he knew Tolkien, but there was a crack in his mind. In it he saw something that was not
human, but he didn't know what it was. It had a long face, and a few teeth, as well as eyes that were
larger than its face should truly allow for. And he heard a word, Gollom which he had not not heard
before, but he knew that he had heard it first from the outside, it wasn't his own creation. He had
actually heard it from his aunt, who was quite a good deal wiser then the children suspected.
But he knew that the rodent and Gollom were of the same type of creature, always managing to
think about their own needs first. Even if they didn't know what those needs actually were. They were
also both misshapen, with one or the other side slightly crooked. There was a odd sort of symmetry to
this, though he didn't know how that would happen. But he realized that he was going to have two act,
and very soon.
You know, I can hear you. Then he fumbled for the words, even if not very well.
There was a commotion, the bird shooting back his eyes, and they were as round as could be. Then
the rodent's eyes glanced over him, and they were different. They said something like, how dare you

ruin what I was doing? It was in that instant that Eddie knew that the rodent was never going to accept
the fact that he was real. That some time in the not too distant future, there was going to be a common
to terms, though he didn't think that a fight would be the way. It would be something more devious. The
word diabolical was not exactly correct, but in time, it could become so.
Than he realized that he and the bird would have to come to terms, and he would have to convince
the bird that was a better friend than the rodent. But how to do this, since he was not a very fine talker,
and the bird was the not the best listener. He realized, however, that if it was going to be anyone, it
would have to be him. Strangely enough that gave him confidence, that he could feel. And then his
mouth opened up and he began talking.
Do you want to face the witch, alone, like that? There was no talking up ahead of him, merely
turning through corners in to a large open space which had things in it, but they were not visible. And
then he realized, there was something that the rodent was hiding from the bird, namely the contents of
this room. So he said: What are you hiding from us?
Who says that were hiding something? The rodent replied, though there was a cough to his answer,
which the bird caught.
I do, said Eddie, and it must be a secret because you not only hidden it from me, but from the bird
as well.
What sort of secret could there be? There is nothing in this room. sputtered the rodent, and
crawling up on his hind legs.
Have you ever seen what in this room? asked Eddie persistently.
Well, I haven't. Replied the bird.
There was a pause, which the rodent should have filled in with a denial
.
What about you, Mr. Rodent?
I didn't say anything.
Does that mean that you haven't seen anything in this room, or that you have and don't want to talk
about it?
Again, there was silence from the Rodent. Finally, he said: What is it of your concern?
It means nothing to me. But your friend the bird would be interested if there was something to see,
and you had hid it from him.
At this point the birds eyes, because remember that is largely what you saw, begin pointing to the
rodent, and away from Eddie. I heard you say that there was nothing important.
Well, that's not exactly what I said. Protested the rodent, and he shrank a little bit under the
pressure.

The bird and I would like to hear what you would say now. That is if it is any different from what
you meant then. The bird rapidly agreed with this, even before thinking about it.
Now a clever evil being, like the witch, would rapidly spin a lie as complex as you like. But
remember the rodent was not even remotely comparable to her. Instead he was spinning his wheels,
trying to figure out what to do. And spinning his wheels was enough of a clue that their was something
wrong in this room. In fact, the bird, did not know how large the room it was, though he suspected that
the rodent did. Which was again suspicious. In fact, it weighed heavily.
So the bird asked the rodent: Is there something that I should know? a more eloquent would put
curly cues, and made a more eloquent collection, but that would be the opening for the rodent to slip in
enough of misdirection to clamber out of the trap. The pause was voluminous, and the rodent
swallowed himself up in to its cavernous weight. This was more than the bird could take.
I thought we would share everything, because we're both alone. Cried the bird.
Then Eddie picked through his pockets, and found a match. It wasn't the modern kind of match,
which would only strike if a matchbook was present. No he had gotten it from the aunt, and it would
strike all by itself. So he took it out of his pocket, and proceeded to strike.
And something wondrous appeared...
10
The army was on the march. There were three great contingence: one of talking animals, who had
stayed in Narnia; one of centaurs and other magical people, who had stayed to the north of Narnia,
though it was cold there; and the last were of fauns, many of whom, had until recently, spy on the evil
witch. And above everyone else there was Aslan, who was present everywhere. The sun was out of the
clouds, and their was a rainbow to guide them to their ultimate destination. Only the centaurs and like
actually had battle gear, the rest of them relied on their fur, and whatever things they could muster out
of their homes. The centaurs were often going hither and young, to tell any people that Aslan had
arrived. Generally this meant that one group of animals would go towards Aslan, and one group went
away, going to the witch. In general, beavers, centaurs, and all upstanding went towards Aslan. Where
as foxes, wolfs, and other thoroughly nasty types went to the witch. While there were a few exceptions,
in both directions, overall the lines had been drawn.
But one area was the exception: underground did not contribute any to either side.
While other members of the Army would skip, or walk, Aslan moved at a sedate pace, all on his
own, as if marching to the beat of another drummer. Gradually, others moved in time with lion, even if
they could not help it. The Lion was chewing out orders, some softly given, some a bit more harshly,
but even the lion most gentle voice was a great deal softer than the witches. Eddie would have
recognized it, and the rest of the children would scream and moan from the witches treatment.
At first only Peter was ahead with the lion. He was taking orders from him, and listened to the sound
of his voice.
Why am I one who was picked out of so many others? And why am I in what looks to be
somewhere in the Northwest what looks to be Europe or England? Why am I not in Africa, with all of

the rest of my ancestors? confessed Peter.

If you were truly African, you might well be there. But you were chosen because you are
American, and as such, you are about half German and English, and one half African. And I am not
hard of an African group. Because it's me that shows you, and I come from to families: one from
Northwest, and the other from what could said to be semitic in nature.
When did that happen?
Only in the blink of an eye by my standards. You might have been African, and seeing many
different forms than these, but that was not what happened. For a very long time, the Africans and
Europeans were separate, with only the fathers from Europe mixing with the mothers of African
descent. Then it exploded, and you could not tell who was European, and who was African. Though
people tried to figure it out, mostly by skin color, which actually was not a reliable way of telling. Me
people who think they are European, have African blood, and many people who look African have
European genes. It was different in European, but not by much. People have been mixing for a very
long time on European continent.
Peter did not did not completely understand, but he was trying. He remembered that his grandfather
was in fact white, though he didn't think much about it. But what he did understand, was that all of the
races were in fact the same. He looked at his feet, and tried to say something, but could not spit it out. It
was as if it was a blown in the throat, and he could not chew.
So what to we do now, is this a place filled with strangers?
This place has happened many times to me different groups of boys and girls. You're not the first,
and you will not be the last.
This Peter understood with great clarity. He and his merry troop were not the first and were not the
last, but instead part of an endless cycle, as if dozens of children were going to go out to the theater,
and come back and think of them selves as King or Queen. Only every one would think that there story
was unique, because it was exactly the same as anyone else's story.
Looked out, and stared straight into a ravine, it was a long step, and he realized they had stopped
here for an excellent reason. It was a long way down, but thought he heard voices from down below,
they were strange because they did not sound human, but feral, as if made by a cat.
What is below? Inquired Peter, listening for an utterance which was not coming.
You have to prove yourself, and only you. replied the line.
Down below there were two voices, with a great deal of viciousness within them. While he did not
hear them distinctly, he was sure that they were planning something awful, and he realized that he and
only he could stop them. The tail would stop for it had really begun, if he did not do something about it.
What do I do? Ask Peter.
That's your decision, but realize everything else will flow from the decision that you make. You can
be heroic, you can be stealthy. And all sorts of other choices. But it is only for you to judge. No one

else will make it for you.

I read a book by CS Lewis, but your saying that it is my choice what happens in these sets of
books. And whatever I decide will be how it is for my two sisters, and brother.
Your brother has made one choice, and will make a second choice, but it will be your story. Because
this is the moment that defines what it will be like. For all times, in all places. You may have read all of
the books, but now it comes time to make a decision. And it is yours to make."
So I could, for example, go down and join the witch, rather than you?
Yes you could, but remember the rest of the world will make its own decisions. And you might not
like them, even a small bit.
He remembered something, about a person who choose between being fair, and going on with her
life. He thought this was in the second book, but he was not sure. At first he thought it would fine to
look so handsome, because just now he would be popular with the girls. It was a unique prospect. But
then he looked at pictures, and saw that not everything was right with the world. People who thought he
was fine the way he was, did not liking being so handsome. Though he didn't look at any pictures, there
being none too see, because it was in the next book, he knew right then that he didn't want that reality.
He also didn't want to reality of sneaking around, because it would not be a noble thing, and was
noble. He wondered, for an instant, what his younger brother would do. Then he realized, his brother
was not completely formed, and would do whatever his brother wanted him to do. Thus, it was not just
for himself, but his two sisters, and his younger brother.
Then with reckless abandon, he went down the ravine, and result to face whatever was there. Many
people would not have made this decision, but Peter was not among them. So he tried through the
thicket which was a little below, and resolved to face it head on. It was the noble thing to do, and that
was Peter.
The moment he said put in the brambles, he was caught by surprise. There was teeth in his left arm,
and then in his right. If he had been a little boy, which was not to long ago, he would have been spliced
in too small pieces. But he had grown up, and faced head-on is problem. He saw a cat as large as
himself, ready to take another piece out of him. But Peter was not going to give it that chance, and
made a gamble, thrusting straight forward into its throat. But he remembered that there were two, and
he didn't see the other one.
But he heard him, and without question, without even really reflecting on his actions, turned around,
and with an even strip sliced the cat from stem to stern. And that was that, though he fumbled with the
sword pulling it out of the brambles. He stood and listened for a third, but there was no third. There
was only the sound of his own breathing. He was alive, and hail. He didn't know exactly how he did it,
but it was done. At his feet there were two cats, as dead as a door nail, to use the expression of Dickens.
Then around by his back, there was another threat, but he knew that this was Aslan, coming to
congratulate him.
You made the right decision. said the lion.

You could have done this yourself. Why didn't you?

Because then you would not have known if you could do it yourself. Replied lion. And that was
that. It was getting late, and Aslan had other things to attend to. You done your work well. Now it is
time for your sisters do their work. Can I leave you to set up camp? Give me your sword.
Peter did so, knowing that he would arise from being knight, proud have of this fact.
Aslan knighted him, and then handed the sword back. There was no more to referring to Peter, he
was Sir Peter. And that made all of the difference.
So Peter and Aslan climbed their way out of the thicket, and directed some faun to take care of the
bodies. Once up in the pavilion, they regaled everyone, especially a naiad and to dyads with tale of how
Peter slew is first pair of tigers, for that is what they were. No one saw Aslan going away, but they
didn't notice that Saundra and Lucy were missing as well. Once Peter had made a decision, all of the
other parts were put in to motion.
11
As I said, something wonderful appeared. In fact several wonderful appeared, at the very same
instant. Realize, the animals, and I mean animals not fauns and other such folk, did not need
particularly much fire, and were happy to get along without it. But humans did.
Currently there were only four humans on Narnia. Or at any rate on this Narnia, there be for more
than one of them, in fact far more than you can otherwise imagine. One of them, Eddie, looked into
what struck his eye. There were so many sites and sounds, but the one thing that stood out was the large
towering figures, stretching up 40 or 50 m. but they were human. What's more, they were probably
African American, which was strange. It was strange partially because there garb was definitely
European in its aspect. They were trailing elongated robes, as was the custom in the middle ages, he did
not realize that there were African males who in fact worthies, for example in paintings of Hieronymus
Bosch, who was late medieval and early Renaissance. Very little else is known about him.
He did not realize that is the were shifting themselves, so he could absorb the figures. There were 12
of them, six males and six females, each male beside a female. They were grave, and just a bit somber.
They looked looked upwards, as if praying to God. Then he realized that the line was halfway to
extinguished, and their were two living figures that he had to a grip upon. That was the bird and the
rodent.
Then at face level and below, he looked for them to see what they were looking at. The bird was
looking at the same things he was, but with a difference. Where as he looked at their faces, and
understood that they were human, in this was good; the bird looked at their faces, and realized that the
Narnia he had known had a back story that was different from any that he knew before. He was also,
quite clearly, alarmed and panicked. These were not supposed to be here, the bird thought. Meanwhile
the rodent was quite different in his aspect. First of all he knew that they were there, and was not
looking up in to there faces, but in to the ground, as if to say that he was lost. He didn't want the bird to
know, and was trying to hide it. But the fire did away with that. Then just as the fire was going out, he
looked upwards to Eddie. And what Eddie saw was a burning grip of hatred, there being no other word
for it. Then just as the fire went out, the bird looked down at him, and saw that look.

Then the fire was out, and the bird and the rodent were intensely looking at the other.
Than the bird spoke: Why did you lie about this?
The rodent replied: I didn't exactly lie to you.
You said there were no humans.
There aren't, these are effigies. There not exactly human. There is not one bone among them. You
hadn't asked whether someone left a monument to a person. Even in his ire, he was have that he
furnished the gift of gab on the bird. If you had been told, the bird was quite stupid, even for his own
kind.
But why did you not mention these things?
You had asked, and I was not going to tell you unless you specifically asked for an effigy.
But I don't know what one is, to ask about.
That not mine concern.
It was increasingly clear that the rodent did not care about the bird, and in fact, seemed rather
peculiar. Then it hit Eddie that the rodent was not who he said was. Then it struck him that there were
probably a few matches left in his pocket, if he could find them. He wondered while he searched for
matches what the creature actually was. He had already guessed that it wasn't animal, but was instead
some half human/half something else entirely. But he did not know what.
Then, while reaching in to his pocket, there were many eyes where there had only been two. And the
were not mammalian or bird, but reptile. The bird took off, it gained several feet upward. While below
the many creatures eyes were staring this way and that way, and then he realized they were the same
creature. Is stared at him, and the bird, when finally a match was lit.
The fire illuminated what it was: a cobra with nine heads, which he vaguely recognized as a Greek
figure. He had seen one on a tour that he had been on. The cobra eyed one set towards the bird, and the
rest on Eddie, who was clearly the one who the cobra worried about. Which was sensible, because there
was not much to be done about the bird.
The cobra test at him, and spoke in a much lower tone of voice. Well now that you see me I will
have to eradicate you from existence. There was no doubt that he meant what he said. The problem
was if he held the candle, he could see very well where the cobra was, but he had only one hand to do
anything about it. Where as if he dropped the match, he had two hands, but the match would be out,
and he would be blind. He was not sure that the cobra would be as blind as he was. He wasn't sure, it
was probably in a text that he had not read. Though now he wished he had. This was a note to read
things that were not about movie stars and such, and though he did not know it, he would listen to this
in future. It is often the case that fear marshal the will. If only people would reason they would be
better off, but at least some people learned from their mistakes, at least in crisis.
It was at that point that he realized he didn't have two drop, instead he could toss the match, and with
a brief second, launch in to and attack. The only problem was he didn't have any thing to attack with.

But that was a soluble problem compared to where he had been before. He just needed to find
something, along a direct route to the cobra.
Then out of the corner of his eye, he saw what he was looking for. It was a stalactite, lying on the
ground, it had probably fallen some time ago. Then it was simply a matter of tossing the match up, and
grabbing the stalactite, and hoping that he would be there before the cobra could be elsewhere. This
was a tremendous leap for him, teaching the high that he had to throw the match, and at the same time
grabbing the stalactite, was the first time that he had ever done to things at the same time. But before
that, he needed to calm the situation down, so he would strike at the particular instant.
Why don't you strike first? taunted Eddie. your game is finished, and now there is nothing left to
do.
Oh I will strike when I am ready. what Eddie did not realize, was that snakes were slow, they
needed time to unwind, and then strike.
Now if Eddie had been as he was, he would have been dead. But the magic that wraps Narnia had
been working upon him, and now he was just ready to do this. So as the snake was just coiling up, a
split second before Eddie was throwing the match and reaching for the stalactite. I won't say it was not
the best move in the world, but it was enough. He tossed the match, and grabbed at the same time. Then
with both feet on the floor, he stabbed, and got his other hand. There was a moment which could have
gone both ways, for the cobra was just slow enough that it did not have quite the grip that needed. So
there was a struggle, and the cobra might have one yet, but to things happened. One was the bird came
down, and with its strange sort of shriek had distracted the cobra by just enough. The other thing that
happened, was that Eddie pushed back and behind the cobra was a little push to the left, which made
the cobra's grip unstable. Even so, one of the maws of the cobra slash and tour, leaving a trace of blood
in its wake. Immediately Eddie realized that there was venom and his right arm contracted, even as the
cobra was dead.
I'm hit, save yourself bird.
I'm not going anywhere without you. And he meant it. Though he had been slow to recognize the
problem, he was loyal enough to know that the human was part of his family.
Why not save yourself?
But the bird was going to answer this, the discussion had been closed. Then Eddie realized that
some people were loyal, and he should reciprocate.
Where are we going now?
The bird wasn't a good enough linguist to explain that a little bit farther on the cave would shrink
back to a single point. And it was at that point that the bird, and what he thought was the rodent, would
tear the boy from limb to limb. But now they were headed upwards, to another channel which would
lead them to the above ground. And full would be surprised, because the snow was melting, even as far
from Father Christmas as they were.
What do we do now?

The problem is I don't know if the Queen is back in her castle.

I do, and she's not. What is back in her castle?
Terrible things, anytime that an animal or other creature crosses her. Well let's just say they had
wished they'd died.
Is this something worse than dying?
Imagine that your frozen in stone, but your eyes moves, and you can still see everything.
Is there some way we can reverse this?
There is a good centaur who may help us.
Then what are we waiting for?
Well there is a problem.
Eddie's heart sank, because he that he had something wrong, and now he was going to pay the
penance.
What is that? though he knew it was going to involve something that he would not like. But then
he realized that it was not a punishment, but a penance. The difference between these two is that
punishment is inflicted on you because the punisher can, wear as a penance is there to instruct, and
hopefully guide. While punishment is something that you reduce, pennants is something that you
willingly go through.
Well I need to get right with Aslan, for all things I have done. And I think that your the same way.
Eddie knew that when he first came to Narnia, he would not listen to anyone, and nothing would be
off-limits. He had grown, so he knew now that he would have to grow more, and take whatever role he
would be offered. He realized that that Queen was in reality, a witch, and nothing could make her in
any way the one to serve.
Let's go. If we have to pay costs, so be it. After all, this is a magical place, and we will take in
stride. That isn't the way that things work in my home world, mind you.
It's a strange place your homework is. Why do people put up with it?
I don't really know, but I suppose there is a reason.
So they said to find the centaur, which they did, and they in fact did make pennants. Thus they were
delivered, and set about freeing the animals that were said in stone. What the pennant was, is not
important to this, suffice to say it was done.
12
Where was the lion going?

He was going to the stone table, and what's more, he was taking Lucy and Sondra with him.
Because these two had not proven their worth yet. And they needed to do that, because all four had to
be pure of heart, and clear of brain. There is one other thing that I should mention, so please bear with
me. The original Pevensies were a English family, of they were white, as white as it got. But something
happened, people of different colors liked the book. For example Ursula K the win wrote a trilogy
based on a series of separate islands. And very suddenly world exploded, with each writer telling their
own story. Some more good, some more bad, and many just ripped off. Then there were things like this,
which set them selves in a story world, though they told different stories. For example, a number of
fans did not like Susan being a traitor.
But the stone Table is the nexus of this tale. Either good or evil will prevail, until the last battle. On
the good side, someone deserves nothing but praise will be slaughtered; on the evil side, one thinks he
will be united, will only then see that he was evil. This is the moment that it, that is the table, will
decide. Of course the witch felt that she had been wronged. She felt that every one in the world had had
it out for her. She felt it was not her fault, someone else was to blame. She gathered around herself like
minded creatures, who felt, as she did, they were misunderstood. They all had reasons why they could
not do the right thing. In their own mind, they were, if not pure, at least misunderstood.
Now this is not the way that most people would describe them. Indeed everyone else felt that they
took what they wanted. And that is the rub, their was always some reason why they had to have
whatever was lying about. The first share of everything had to be theres, in less someone more
powerful would take it from them. There are men and women in mortal world who behave this way to,
and in the realm of Narnia what you see is a compressed form of this in action. What was the
difference? Tell yourself why which always needed to have the first cut of meat, the first place of
dessert, the first of anything that she wanted, and would give certain things to her favorite people when
she want something. If you can understand this, then all else will follow. She is not as bad as Tash, but
she walks in his footsteps. And remember, Tash is Persian for stone, and there is a reason for this.
On Aslan's side, he will give to others, and then will take for himself. He will give orders, but they
are really for their own good. In other words, the Queen wanted things first, and that is what made her a
witch, and Aslan one things for other people. And that makes all the difference in the world.
The three figures, Aslan, , Sandra and Lucy, were going down a quickly dimming path. Unlike
ordinary times, Aslan was silent. Lucy and Sandra occasionally tried to speak with him, but he was not
responding. Then finally he said: This is my test, and I do not know if I will make it.
Of course youe will. cry Lucy, though she in fact did know is he would.
But Sandra said: What is the sign that you will one?
If I do not make up, then surrender yourself to the queen. If I do wake up, there is still a good
chance that which will triumph. She is clever and cunning. And we will have to fight our best.
Is this it, then? There is any more? sad Sandra, I was just kidding use to this, and now it's gone.
Most things are. Sooner or later, everything comes to an end. Of course I genuinely hope that it's a
beginning, and all of the wonders things will happen. But you have to put it in to practice. With the
queen there are two possibilities: one that she is truly been wronged, or two, she will fight and win.

With me there is only one: I really am who I say I am.

But, don't you see that that possibility is the only one that will have? said Lucy.
People may know from the outside, but inside it is called and dark. And all around me there is the
stifling fear that I could be wrong.
But that is not possible. pronounced Sandra, you have been most kind and wonderful and gentle
creature that we could imagine.
I hope you are right, but realize it is the test of things that matters. On this he had a point. I want
the two of you to do something for me.
Both girls agreed, even violently so.
Remember she only has my body so long as it's living. To not under any circumstance allow her to
tread across this line. My living body is hers, but my dead body is not hers. Remember this well, it is
important.
They had been going gently down, and the road was dark, and figures were around them, coming
very close. They were individual shapes, with the kind of crowded pieces, each was individual shape,
that moved from side to side. There was no rule for how many shapes they could display, most of them
didn't even have two eyes, when three or more would do. Some were cats, and some were dogs, there
was a scattering of Minotaurs, but mostly they could not be described in a feature. In fact, most of them
could have been fish, or snake, or any other thing imaginable. Some were claiming, others slew, and
still others combined the two, and felt as if they were both at once.
And in the midst of this was the witch. For a while she had worn a white long slim dress, but she
had tossed it for one that was just a bit off of black. It wasn't quite black, but only creatures with senses
for beyond what humans could ascertain, was that the case for all four of the humans, though Lucy had
some odd visions now and again. What was more apparent was the number of jewels that were said in
the brocade that she wore. These were older than this world, and of all things, they were treasurable to
her, there were anklets, and wrists of black amethyst, there were necklaces, and things around her
waist. These were precious to her because they had come with her from her life before. Her face was
gaunt, that it is it was angular. Her robes from her shoulders without any trace of her hips. She wants
indeed terrible to behold in the moonlight. There were many years holding candles and torches, each
one of them revealed a different kind of figure. And their were at least 1000 figures that whisk in and
out of the torchlight procession.
Then the witch held the her hand, signaling to each one of her followers that she wanted silence.
And their was a desperate silence indeed.
Do you have anything to say for yourself? I notice that you have left the boy, which was my wish.
What use is it of yours that he be here?
Since he had forfeited his right to be here, I demand justice. And I will send him to pay the ultimate
penalty.

She then showed the stone table in all of its glory. It was at least 10 m in length, and about about 1
m in length, it there was a low table. On it were written many strange things, though they could not be
read, Aslan knew them to be penalties, often of extreme nature. They were harsh, but rarely enforced.
I will take his place. Muscling his jaw very firmly.
That is your right, but it only works once, and for one time only.
He had said the witch and he in motion. The witch knew that if she could condemn him to the
slightest terror, the slightest tremor, then she would claim that he had not gone willingly to his death,
and she could have the boy too. She also knew if he submitted, completely and utterly, that the boy will
go free. She also knew that he work come back again. Because she knew that deeper magic from before
the dawn of time would crack the stone tablet. It was then in her mind to do as nasty work as she could,
and hope that Aslan would be terrified. Because the flaw in the witch's plan was she could not imagine
just lying there and allowing someone to stab her. In her mind it was inconceivable. Therefore she
conceived that if he became frightened, their would be some motion, some sign, and she would have
him.
The lion merely stood there, accepting his fate.
Than she had the nerve to share him, which was not permitted, but was acceptable. And dozens of
her followers eagerly complied. So before her his body, every inch of it, was denuded. The beings
laughed at him, and laughed, and laughed. Then she had him rolled over on to his back. There was a
terrorist in the air, and every breath was held. Because only then did she have him down, and not until
then.
But the lion did not move an inch. He stood there, as if to challenge her authority, but in no way was
there a single thing that she could point to.
The witch was enraged, because she was sure that the lion would have given her something with
which to declare victory. But so far as anyone could see, not a muscle, down to his nails, did he even
blink.
Then and only then did she have ropes to bind him. For ugly hags, with at least three heads,
complied. They than bound him up as tightly as they could. Down to every claw. And then they
checked their work, slobbering as they did so. It was quite a revolting sight. Then the witch closed in
on the lions face.
You think you have won, but who will protect them once you are gone? she grimaced with a happy
glee. I will crush them, once you are gone.
The lion did not breath a word, because even that would have been a violation. He just stared in to
space.
Then she moved her hands and produced a stone knife. Then, to all the assembled company, she
pulled a thread from her own hair, and proceeded to show everyone how sharp it was, by slicing it from
stem to stern.
But even then, the lion did not move.

Then she raised the dagger and plunged it in to his heart. And held it there, and tell the final last
drop. Then something happened. Saundra stood up on the table.
That is enough, you have done your duty, and now it is time for me to collect the body.
Now the witch, as I have said before, was not only evil, but lawful as well. She did not dare question
her authority. Because not everyone was the same way, they would pull from them to them if they got
there way. Even now several of them wanted to do so. But the lawful nature of her being would not
allow this. And she could not turn the body of the lion over to them, because that would be just as much
a violation as doing it herself. So, rather surprisingly to many of them, she stood a side. And just add
that moment the table cracked, striking terror in to every living thing that was evil. They were flying,
scampering, or fleeing in some way.
And left alone were the lion, the two girls, and mice. The stone tablet was destroyed, as the lion had
suspected it might, but was not sure. The dawn was coming up, because now it was in fact it
Midsummer night's dream, and what would happen next is like a phantom.
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It seemed, to Eddie, there were more twists than he could imagine. Even as they struck upwards
instead of seeing my, instead they saw darkness. And finally he saw something that he didn't think he
would ever see again, not only was there light, but it had a clean crystal feeling to it that, while it it was
cold, it had an air to it that indicated that spring was ahead. This gave Eddie tremendous hope,
unfortunately it was dash by a clear enough face - namely the witch. Even before she spoke, he was
crushed by her image
So you thought you could escape? cried witch - because now it truly was a witch. Not only had she
garbed herself in black, but her countenance was ugly, though it was a pretty face, there was an
undercurrent that said that there was something amiss about it. The features were wrong, and an
ugliness shown through has if by magic.
She grabbed his head, and shook it. It was clear that she was not going to be kind, the way she was
when they first met.
But instead of curling up in a ball, which is what you would do when he first arrived, he stood his
distance, and looked her square in the face. If she was going to do something, then she would have to
hit him, and make no apology for it. But she did not, because she had expended a great deal of effort to
track the lion down, and even more to expand ever on the ceremony. And it was a loss for her. But she
had one row of dice left, and she was determined to make it count.
Thus she ordered as many guards as she needed, and trust it was a lot, and ordered them to be ready
to face Peter, even if Aslan was not behind him. She was not sure if he was defeated, that is Aslan, but
she knew that his body was left on the field, and either he would be dead and a monument for his folk,
or by some magic, he would be alive again.
Dragging Eddie into her carriage, she assigned guards, and their was one thing left that she had: the
crystal that she had been saving. It was totally evil, and she dared not using in invoking the stone table.
There was magic in the stone table which would be averse to it. She would not dare use at the same

time, even if she didn't know the result, it would certainly be bad.
While she ordered her driver to go back to her city, she made plans to defend, at whatever cost. But
she had one thing that she hoped no one would know: among the many powers of the crystal, it could
arise forth a terrible Legion of the same kind of snake with nine heads that had plagued Eddie. Eddie
meanwhile was gripped by four gremlins, and held fast. But what they did see was that they had missed
the bird.
Earlier Eddie had told the bird to find Aslan, or at least Peter, and worn him that they would be
coming. He knew that he would be found out if someone was looking for him, but he knew the bird
was probably not a noticed. At least that was his plan.
So the bird escaped, and indeed he was unnoticed. Though the bird was not that bright, he was loyal
and new that the Ridge above the mountainside, which is place where Peter had slain the two cats, was
probably best place to look. So he went in that direction as quickly as he could. Want he found is that
the Queen had about a third of Narnia under her control, including Caer Paravel. It should be noticed
that the name of the castle and name of four Royal monarchs in the original book closely resemble each
other.
He saw, that his the bird, that there were animals and other things, coming to aid the rebels, and that
there was a mighty battlefield growing. So he flew down in to what looked to be the center of the
activity. And what he found was that Peter, alone, was getting pretty for battle. Normally a bird would
not have been noticed. But there were no birds, they being hidden, and not taking any sides as yet. So
the bird was very different, not being part of either side.
Thus he stepped in to a ticket of orders going back and forth. End immediately one of the hippogriff
immediately recognized that he was of special value. Therefore he had to be taken to High King Peter,
with all due haste.
When they got there, the hippogriff merely clear his throat, and presented to High King Peter the
bird. Where upon Peter was squaring downwards, and looking straight at the bird, and was ready to this
to what he had to say. The problem is that the bird was shaking in knees and was flustered, but he
gradually right himself, and began:
I don't know who you are, but you must be in charge here.
I suppose so, if only by default. intoned Peter, what news do you bring us?
I come from Eddie.
Peter immediately perked up. What news do you have from Eddie?
You know him? Questioned the bird.
Oh I know him very well, he is my younger brother. And though a bit mischievous, I would like to
know where he is?
The witch has claimed him, and I don't know if he will live.

This his very grave news indeed, and we have two find out whether he lives or dies.
Are you sure that wise? bird quest everything, which was a very fine trait. Everyone else took
orders.
Yes. In this case I am sure. We need to gather a small party, and if he is alive, or if he is dead,
recover the body.
And that his want they did, because the witch would not expect a frontal attack, just to recover a
prisoner. In the end they select only two hold the fauns, and three griffins, any more than that would be
easily discovered. They knew that which was doing something, because she had not gone anywhere.
Though they didn't know what it was. Does they launched very low and close to ground, in order to
surprise her. They also knew that Eddie would be held towards the back, and most of witch would be
forward, so that would be an advantage. They planned to give a assault from a different direction, not
forwards, and not backwards, because retreat would be on the witch is mind. She would sacrifice
anyone to get away, because that is how she thought.
So quickly they put this together. With the wind in their face, being that the witch would not know
they were coming, they quietly slipped away. The only other creature was the bird, because only he
knew what to look for.
It was hard to know if they were doing the right thing. There was no one back at camp, and the two
sisters were not back. But, in Peters mind, there was nothing more important then rescuing his brother.
Nothing in this world. Peter was loyal to a fault, even to someone such as Eddie had been mean. He did
not know that his younger brother had grown up, since last they spoke. But that didn't matter to Peter,
because Eddie must have a chance to prove himself, and, quite frankly, his mother didn't really give
him that chance.
So they flipped around towards the sides. And very carefully they slipped all the way into the camp
with being caught. It was an overcast day from here, because the witch wanted it that way. Then they
saw what was going on: the witch was concocting dozens and dozens of beings, that looked like
snakes, but had many heads. She was in her black outfit, which none of them, except the bird, had ever
seen her in. they to found her ugly, as if some change had made itself manifest. In one hand she had a
crystal, and in the other hand, covered with a glove, she poured exactly one drop of the Crystal into a
boiling chalice that was as large as an ox, for it had been made of an ox who tried to kill the witch.
What a site it was! It was copper, with dents in, and was covered in a slimy mess that was The
ingredients for only one product. Now mind you there were several things that could be made with it,
but she only want snakes, and of a particular kind. Realize she had not crafted it herself, instead she
promised to let someone go if they would make it for her. Of course, she did not keep her promise, and
instead dropped her down a hole, never to be seen again.
With great stealth Peter and the fauns went around the back, end eventually saw what had been done
with Eddie. He a little bit roughed up. He was lying in the snow, for the witch held power here, and
even though it was late Winter, she not having the strength to engage in high winter even close to
herself. What astonished Peter, was that he was not mad, but determined, determined to get himself out,
by himself if necessary.
Peter and the fauns came as close as they could, and then there eyes met with Eddie. It was a choice

experience, even if it was in battle. Remember they were flat on a plane, with only bolders to hide
them. But if you looked closely, you would see that they were giants. You see in the past, the witch had
gathered all of the Giants, and offered them a alliance. But what Giants did not know, was she was
going to betray any giants which would not join her. So Giants who did care to join her were frozen in
place, until the day that she died.
But missed all this gloom, there was one thing going in there favor, no one was looking, for
everyone was doing something with the snakes, and was not noticing anything else. Remember the
witch merely cast them, everyone else had to assemble them in to finished legions, and that took time.
And witch did not give much time to spare. She was determined to make as many as she could, even if
crystal was dry.
So Eddie gave a brief look in his eye, as if to say he was ready to be sprung. Because remember he
was down and gag. And Peter got it, and sprung his trap, because he knew that only one guard, a dwarf
in fact, was looking at them. So he barrel into the guard, and before anyone knew it, he was over the
guard and unlocking everything. Meanwhile to fauns were keeping the nightmares quiet. Peter then
unlocked everything that was causing use brother to be tied up.
But just at that moment, but the witch knew something had happened, and raised to look but it was.
She even poured a misshapen cobra, but she saw that High King Peter was getting away, with Eddie
write behind him on a hippogriff. Of course she was enraged, and called all of her followers to get
them. But it was of no use, because the were light and fast, and were up off the ground. It was hear that
the giants were not in the witch's favor, because they were scattered around, almost aimlessly, and that
meant that only a few of them reached then in time.
It was a race, and Peter had the edge. Though she might try, it was a losing battle, so by her logic,
she moved back to the first plan, and assembled more cobras. She was determined to when the last
battle.
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It was cold, just before dawn in fact. Sandra was looking away, out into the sunrise. Of course there
was no moon, and that made the sky dark. Then she saw out of the corner of her eye something that
wasn't stars at all, but planets. I do not know if CS Lewis has a complete cosmos, he may well have
done so. In book 2 he has one planet tipping its hat to another. This is different from almost any other
book, though it should be included in any fantasy novel.
But there is more to it, and it is on the level of metaphysics. CS Lewis once us to enjoy the story,
and then decide whether it is the right description. Conservatives who demand purity want to look at
the world through the lens of Mere Christianity and interpret every single words as an exegesis of that
work. Which quite honestly repels me, it's an annoying book, by one person turning and preaching to
the choir. What his people due not understand, is that CS Lewis, in full, does not take such a turn with
all of its faults, and tries to make an argument, rather than berating those who do not agree with then. It
is a hard task, reaching the author that you like, separated from the apologist who you do not. Realize
that CS Lewis was atheist for a very long time, and only became Christian with the influence of JRR
Tolkien, who was also broad minded. Though in his heart he to was deeply conservative, and had
violent quarrels with CS Lewis. Thus one may disagree with the main thrust of CS Lewis, and like his
stories. As can be seen. Of course that makes no sense at all to his Christian believers. This is why this
book is written: to explain to those who want to listen why the author, and not the apologist, is a

beloved figure. CS Lewis is both.

Thus when CS Lewis is called Muslim, as he has been portrayed in CS Lewis is Muslim , he's not
far from wrong. CS Lewis, some of the time, is great and broad, even if he gets up grumpy from time to
time.
So the metaphysical link is that CS Lewis writes the story with an eye to is metaphysical themes,
which is not where fan fiction wants to locate the story, which is in the ticket of the action. That is no
more CS Lewis then the apologist. He really wants to grip what it is his characters are doing. Which is
why there are subtle differences between this text and the original. There not just variations, there is a
reason why they exist. Just because it happens in a story, does not mean that details exist only in the
story. And a reader can look at the story, and metaphysics of the story, at the same time.
I'm sorry for going on about this, from now on I'll tell the story and let you, the reader, make the
judgments.
Getting back to the story, that would be the mice in question. The mice were not Narnia mice, yet,
but they would be, for now they gnaw on the rope, remember the stone tablet could not have metal of
any kind touching it. Lucy was directing them as best as she was able, pulling the levers so that the
mice could do their work. This was her task: to direct the mice, and with it make them alive and Narnia,
where as before they were just alive. Thus as they chewed the rope, they also got larger. And larger
still. Until finally lion was free, and in that moment of freedom, the mice had finally developed
consciousness. It was quite a sight to see mice finally develop consciousness, and stand on their back
feet. One mouse in particular stared up at Lucy, and said first words ever said by a mouse: Thank you
very much for directing us, we could not have done it without you.
Lucy was once again flabbergasted by this, but remembered her manners. You did all the work, I
just help you, a little bit. The mouse bowed down to her, and she did likewise to the mouse. There was
a bond between them which was indescribable.
Then Sandra spoke: I just heard the a pulse... I think. I could be wrong, but I thought I heard one.
Then the girls and the mice listened closely, and heard nothing.
The mouse stood up: I think it might be necessary to listen to his heart, within the breast. Both of
the girls agreed, Lucy more so. The mouse than bent down and stared blankly, becomes his mind was
on his ear. And then his eyes lit up.
There is a pulse, I hear it very distinctly. It is in rhythm, and the it is very weak indeed, of the lion
shall live. mouse looked up at the two girls, and for first time smiled. Them the lion stirred, which was
a surprise. And then a minute later he rose and shook his main, and, while feeble, let out a roar.
We must get going. pronounced the Lion, becomes there is much to the done. and he stood there
and this time with much force, roared. Such a roar that you could lead that it on.
What are we going to do now? said Sandra, looking at her feet.
But the lion moved up to Sandra, and lifted her hand with his paw. It's all right, you get your work
while I was lying there dead. If it had been up to the gaggle of her followers, they would have ripped
me then from then, with no protest from the witch. But you were there, and remind which all her duty.

And she being reminded of this, had to let go. And that was a key battle, though you must have thought
little of it at the time.
Sandra looked up to the lion's face, and just a hint of a smile escaped her lips. I thought you would
not have noticed.
The lion did not notice, but the Lion did. I hope you understand the difference between the two.
and not his head. She gave you understand, the mortal lion was dead, but not the immortal Lion. But
that was only first encounter. And if treachery would not more than force would have to be tried.
At this point, the lion reared up and roared. Then he looked at all of the mice and spoke to them:
Quickly, make haste to the pavilion, which you will find if you look. There tell all of them that the
lion has returned. At this point the mice's saluted him and ran off to deliver the message.
Now is time to say a few words about myself, and put this in some context. I am damaged, and while
I might become less so, I will damage for my existence. Some people have wanted me to get back,
brushed myself off, and go into the world as if nothing else had happened. But that isn't the case,
because there is the foreground, where I do some things well, and there is the background. The the
problem is since I'm damaged, I can really go back to my old existence, because it was too angry to
extend a faade. And it doesn't seem to be of interest, because I know that real people live there lives
differently than most. And right now I am not a real person. Which is fine, but don't tell me that I am
living a life of a real person, because I know what that life is. And people around me either don't know,
or want me to jump through hoops. Which, quite frankly, is nonsense, and I know it is nonsense.
So it isn't very difficult for me to just ignore the world and do whatever it is pleases me, and if they
would like to know what's going on in my head, they will do so. But in the chance that they don't want
to, which by the way is far more likely, then I will ignore them and live my life. If matters not at all to
me at this point.
Now back to my story, because there are many things that the characters would like to do, and I'm
the one who has to do them.
The first thing, is to notice that this story, unlike CS Lewis, is free in the number of word counts. CS
Lewis is very strict with these and will even break up action if it pleases him. As I said, I am a bit freer,
but, and this is important, I know this, and will take the time to explain it to you the reader. CS Lewis is
about 2500 words, and which he may reenter the topic changing a break in its aspect if it is with the
same characters. He does is a great deal in book 5, entitled the horse and his boy a great deal,
because it centers almost exclusively on a journey with only two characters. I wanted to point out that
CS Lewis in the Narnia books is that studious about this habit, where as if you read my other works, I
am not.
Anyway, the lion, and is to girls, are looking straight in to the sun as it rises, and I have two make a
simple decision: is it going to be the lion, or one of the girls who will explain something that they see in
the coming light? It is not an easy question to answer, because how would CS Lewis do it? After all, I
know how I would do it, but that isn't the question. And in fact I have made a decision different from
CS Lewis has already, my decision was to have the author, which CS Lewis does occasionally, but not
very often, for example he does so in book 2 when the two planets have a close conjunction. So he does
do it occasionally. But more often he selects person who has a question. And he will occasionally drop

back and tell a story, but not often.

Is it going to be a new day, Aslan? said Lucy.
Yes, my child, it is a new day, and the witch, though she will not show it, from this point on, is
doomed. The lion frisk his hair, in a way that I would never do. He does a lot of this, which is not my
style at all. These little things matter to an author, while readers largely do not notice them.
She nears she's doomed? Asked Sandra, how does she know that?
She doesn't know, not in the way that I do, but she creeps around the corners, and suspects.
Remember she to is a visitor, as you are visitors, and I am in my mortal form. And while they don't
have an exact knowledge, there is someone peering around the corners, like the pages of a book.

I don't understand. Queried Lucy.

She doesn't know, but she suspects her time on this planet has ended. And while she might fight for
it, it is a doomed effort, which she will take other characters with her. explained Aslan.
What is she going to do? that was Sandra talking, but she blurted it out as if she were Lucy.
She is going to do everything she can, and then some. Because desperate people try desperate
things, and she is very desperate. explained Aslan, the old world was more conducive to her, with all
of its restrictions. But now, there is a new light, and there are only two restrictions.
What are they? Asked Lucy.
You will have to find out , and relate them to your home planet.
Will we have to go back there?
Not for a very long time if you do your work. But it is your work, not mine, not the King Over the
Water. Yours.
And they looked in to the sun, and it seemed like it had kissed them, and laid its blessing on. Then
the three of them entered in to the pavilion, where it was a mess, because all of the main characters
were off doing something, and the subordinate characters didn't have the will.
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Think about all the ways which CS Lewis wouldn't open a chapter. For example he wouldn't open a
chapter in the middle of something, and then explain himself afterwards. Every author has his ways of
opening a chapter, and if he doesn't, in these an important author, there will be some reason for it. So
what are CS Lewis's ways of opening a chapter? One way is to open up the chapter in something
reasonable, all too reasonable, and then the main character is knocked out, and he comes to listening to
a conversation, which to the main character seems like nonsense. For example Out Of The Silent
Planet. Very often he will throw the characters write into magic, and then seeing them in a distant
wood, as if nothing were going wrong, it is just wood, and the characters are the thing out of place, as if
CS Lewis is saying that there is something wrong with the main characters, not something wrong with

the universe. Even though the author and the reader know otherwise.
When you read on author which is well known these tendencies are taken into account, for example
other authors will explain things against this backdrop, sometimes assuming that you already know
them, or they are explaining them to those who do not know. Thus it is very much out of character for
CS Lewis to engage in picking in the middle, and then explain himself towards the back and. It just
isn't a CS Lewis thing to do, he will explain things as he goes along, or he will introduce you to a
character who thinks he is in a situation that he knows, but doesn't. These are CS Lewis's habits, and
they differ markedly from taking up in the middle and then explain afterwards. For example in The
Horse And His Boy he describes the character thinking that nothing is going to happen, and then
introduces himself to a talking horse who explains that this view is wrong, and he is about to be sold to
the visitor of the man who he thought was his father.
In this case, if CS Lewis were writing it, is probably would be how to gather the main characters,
which in this case are three, in to 1 group. That being the two brothers, the lion and sisters, and the
main army, but even that is paired down, because the lion was paired with his sisters, and the brothers
were reunited in past chapters. In other words, to chapters ago everything was diffuse, and CS Lewis
began chopping the characters in to smaller and smaller groups. And now he is at the endpoint, where
he just needs to regroup three individuals. Which he will now do, a rather I will now do in the manner
of CS Lewis. So in a chapter of CS Lewis, that would be what he did.
For example, he might bring the lion and the sisters over a hill, remarking on how small their forces
were, and then the lion would take charge, and the two brothers would arrive shortly there afterwards.
And there would be a planning session before the real development would occur. That real
development would of course be a character from the opposite side, demanding that they surrender, or
some such. Of course this being CS Lewis, there would be almost no question as to accepting this.
Many authors would meekly accept the course of surrender, but not CS Lewis.
In this case, there would be something about the main oppositional character which would show,
even if only in retrospect, the position that the main opposition character is in. for example if the main
oppositional character is haughty, that would be noted. In this case, the cruel witch would be shown as
being unutterably willing to crush the four characters, and would not even notice it. But subsidiariary, it
would be shown that she has become dominated by her crueler self. Actually CS Lewis showed this
early, but my decision was to expose it late. It was better theater that way.
So if you will imagine to characters, one a Minotaur, and one a cheetah common up through the
thicket, which remember goes downward into the main plain, where the witch was with her army. The
Minotaur spoke:
I have an announcement from the Queen.
At this point one of the main characters would note that queen was an inappropriate name for her,
but would be told there was time to correct that after the battle. At which point the lion, or whoever was
in charge, would ask what the commencement was.
Speak and I will listen. commended the lion. As I said before, I don't like using all of the ways of
adding commented or said, it's very much out of the past, and others which use it really have to
look at their command of English. But that is the way CS Lewis wrote, and so I will honor that, though
I would not do it in my own writing.

The queen will disperse the Army, if the four traitor are handed over to her. in short she wants the
humans, because without them there is very little reason to fear anything else..
She had her chance, and she using deep magic, failed to do so. She does not realize, that I am more
powerful than she could imagine. Then with a roar the lion chased the two, and est. his hold over the
battlefield. Then the Lion turned to Peter: if you can hold the which and her forces, I will free the
stone people, and that will and her reign, but if you fail to do so, she will easily defeat you and then me
in turn.
I will hold the field, count on it. Peter was loyal and brave, and meant what he said.
And one more thing, your little brother has to step up. said the lion.
Just then Eddie said: I have a lot of shame to bear, but I will start here. you will live that even in
honor of CS Lewis, I don't use parentheses to explain things, though that was the fashion once upon a
time. CS Lewis did it about once every two chapters, or so.
So the young men, for that is what Peter and Eddie had become, marched their way down in to the
Queens area, with its monsters, set amidst stone figures, to take away her vision of what would be
happening at her base. Because that was indeed the plan: they would be the bait, while the lion and the
young women would fetch reinforcements. Even though there reinforcements were stone.
The acute problem was that in the woods, they were easily hidden, but now in the open, they were
painfully aware that if the witch could see them, it would not be pleasant. Thus the young man had to
distract them as best they could.
The lion, the two young women, and a few followers moved at right angles to the Army, and would
drop off in to the darkness before the Army was going to depart. The lion had a plan, a knew that a tiny
gully down the side of the escarpment that the Army had encamped on, would not visible from the
Queen's eye, and thus would provide them with cover until the battle would commence. Then they
would sneak around and go forth to rescue the men at the Queen's base.
It was only a few minutes, and they could not see their own army, or the Queen's. They were
invisible, and less they were discovered by a wandering flying manticore, or some such. They snuck
down the escarpment, and were free to do what they had to do. The way was tiny, and narrow, and to
each side there were hills that kept them covered.
Are we going to make it? Asked Lucy.
The hills will provide some cover, but we will have to be on guard until we have gotten around to it
base. She has pulled up all of her monsters and other things, so there should be little to none defending
her castle.
What will do at that point? said Sandra.
The witch does not destroy, only freezes them in place. I will unfreeze.
Like Thomas?

I can on freeze him, yes. But are you sure you want? asked the lion.
I think he will be welcome in our family. said Lucy.
Who are you talking about? asked Sandra.
She thinks that a dear friend will be glad to see her again, after he has been unfrozen. And I agree
with her, once he saw the enemy, the could not do that. said the Lion.
Sandra nodded. Just then they reached a tiny wood, in which was the Queen's lair. Around it was a
low slung wall, and inside a could not see anyone to defend it. The lion was right: the Queen had
thrown all of her defense in to attacking, thus while she looked arrogant, inside she was afraid, because
everything was going wrong. Her failure to kill the lion on the stone table was a sign, and she knew that
that was the end of her. But she was going to fight to the bitter end, and if she could kill even one of the
young men, she might just save the day. It was all she had left.
Aslan then roared and blew down the gate, and stately moved in to the inner sanctum. There were
dozens of frozen creatures, but he knew which one he was going to select: a tall, in fact very tall, giant.
Then he blew on him gently, and from his breath, slowly, it became flesh, when once it was stone.
The giant roared as if he were still in combat with witch, but then realized that that was not the case.
Where am I? He glanced around.
I am here, giant. And I am your king, Aslan.
The giant looked around at head level, and then looked down. He immediately bowed to Aslan.
I want you to break down the inner gates, so that I can free everyone.
With this the giant made a mighty swing with his ax. And with it came tumbling down the bricks
and stones.
Then the three of them, that is the lion and the two young women, went around the villa and
proceeded to set all of the frozen creatures free. And in a hidden doorway there was Thomas, and Lucy
looked at Aslan, and begged with her eyes to release him. So Aslan breve on him, and their key stood,
at first believing that he would turn to stone, and then caught in the web of believing that he would be
stoned forever. Because that is the trap: of believing that you are stoned forever, but there is just
enough awareness that you will be stoned, until the end of the world. It was a truly nasty fate.
Then after He had liberated all of the creatures, many of them were loyal and tell being stoned
themselves, the lion said to them in the backdrop of the castle: We will have two get back to the battle.
Because Peter and friends will not hold out for very long. They were only running a diversion.
So the creatures picked up the pace, determined to save the Army from its fate. There was a huge
throng of them, and they were quite angry indeed. Instead of going around, they went down the middle.
And they arrived at the battlefield, where it looked as if the Queen would win.
But that was before the lion came.
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Meanwhile, back at the escarpment, there was a meeting of the top lieutenants, who were being
given instructions. Once this broke out, there were only two people left in the room: namely Peter and
Eddie. This is not the way CS Lewis would tell this story, he would have informed people indirectly,
say has someone watching the battle, as opposed to being in the thick of things. But that is the way
people would do things now.
I have a suggestion, declared Eddie and I would like you to listen closely. Looking out of the
sides of his eyes, glancing through the pavilion windows.
I'm listening. Though there was still a distance between the two, as if Peter did not trust Eddie. Or
maybe it was Eddie sensing
.
Gathering himself close to his brother, and speaking in low soft tones: There are spies here, and
what has to follow his for your ears alone.
Peter nodded.
When I tried to escape, I was immediately picked up by a spy, and a fellow traveler, who while he
did not know of the identity of the spy, was still in the game.
What does this have to do with us? Demanded Peter.
I have a plan.
Go on, I am listening.
When I was caught, I noticed that the wand, not the witch, had the power to turn people into stone.
Said Eddie. And that makes me think that if we disable it, we might be able to turn the tide, at least
until Aslan arrives.
Peter the about this, and nodded. Though Peter was a great strategist, he had noticed that Eddie
could engage in clever tactics.
So what do you suggest?
I will take a few friends, whom you trust, and will work on getting close to the witch. Then and
only then will I snatch the wand and break it. I think this will give us the best chance.
It's very risky, in fact far to risky. Said Peter.
It's our only chance.
Then I will distract the witch, and keep her eyes upon me, so that you can spring your trap. that be
Peter's strength.
Eddie nodded, and then took his gear.
Remember a few people, that you trust.

I trust only Mr. Beaver, and a few of his friends.

Add in the bird. When found out that he was duped, he joined our side, even though I did not know
what it was.
Peter looked out the pavilion window, and said: You should trust that bird.
You are right.
I know I am, but it's you that I trust most of all. And please don't forget that. I wouldn't want anyone
by my side, now that you have been transformed, it is truly remarkable how you have changed in the
last day.
I'm glad that you think so. I don't know if there is something about this land which is magical.
That is quite probably so, but the magic has to work into the person I think, and that is not the
magic but the person.
Maybe it is trust, we could always do this. We just needed someone to trust us with a project that is
important.
Maybe so.
Peter went out the door, while Eddie stayed behind and thought of the best way to disarm the witch,
because he was sure that this would be the one chance they would get. And he had to make it count. He
frowned, because most of the bullies that he interacted with, first let him get roughed up, before he
even got to them. And you assure that the witch would do the same thing. And that would be
unpleasant. Very, very, unpleasant, as he rubbed his face in apprehension.
Here is one of those places where young adult literature and literature make a large separation, in
that in YA literature things tend to simplify, where has in regular literature this is where the
complexities are amped up to another degree. In the kind of story we are in there is a certain distance,
which tells the reader that things are going to be completed. Where as in literature, true literature, this is
only a transition which places the main character or characters in a bind. That is, there is a choice that
will bind them, but it comes with a cost. There is, in YA, no such bind, and things flow smoothly.
Since, of course, this being young adult literature, there needs to be a climax to the entire tale. In
other words, there was a redemption, the lion be killed, a resolution, the lion being reborn, and then a
dnouement, that is the witch being overthrown. In more classical forms of literature, there are more
stages, with a dnouement being built up to another, and then perhaps another. The cycle of changes is
very small compared to literature.
So in this form of young adult literature, the main characters are resulting, in not complexity, the
main problems. For the young, things are to be made simpler. That's why a young adult book runs
30,000 words rather than 80,000 and beyond. So instead of Eddie running into, for example, the beaver,
who will turn out to have some additional problem that will be solved, instead he will rush to the story,
and their will be confirmation that the story is truly going to end.
In other words, young adult fiction will confirm, while adult fiction will be more complex. This is

why young adult fiction closes down more quickly, instead of drawing in, it pushes you out. On the
other hand, young health fiction tells the story more simply, and in doing so gets to the point more
quickly.
That means that Peter will mount upon a talking horse, and ride into the blackness, having faith that
he will emerge victorious, with only a bump or two, on the way. You know this because at 30,000
words, you are reaching a climax, rather than the middle part of the story. In young adult fiction there is
only one bump along the road, and then things will be victorious for the main characters.
Down the slope came Peter and Eddie, with Peter writing high to take the witches mind off of things,
because Eddie has a plan, which is to break free and confront the witch and break the want. In CS
Lewis's text it is in retrospect that he does this, as is often the case. In the Narnia series he does this
because it is has if the story doesn't resolve around the mighty heroic events, but that follows from the
real event, which is, for example, the lion being raised from the dead.
Now I must interject noting that the evil step father in book 2 is named Mizar which is Arabic for
the star in the constellation of Urae Majoris, which is part and parcel of using words from the Middle
East to give it flavor. I note this, because it is a pattern of CS Lewis to interject Persian or Arabic to his
text, because of course Caspian is Greek, though it is spelled Kaspio. Though many writers attribute
it to Prince Caspian by CS Lewis, though how they do this I do not know how the do so when the name
goes back a long way. Some feel that the people identified as Caspian get there name from Iran, but
there is no mention of it in old Iranic, though there is some question as to whether the name comes
from Aramaic. Or if you are lazy you can look it up under Wikipedia, which is not something that CS
Lewis had available to him, or his readers had available to him until very recently.
What I've done here is waste a good deal of verbiage, though it is interesting verbiage, for what I'm
doing is keeping the mind off of Peter and Eddie, because really there is not much to say about them.
I'm going to have Eddie pop up near the witch, and disarm the wand. Witch will then pull out a glass
dagger, which while it is good for defense, is not have the range or the capability of of the wand. This is
told in retrospect in CS Lewis, because much of the battle is glost over, because in CS Lewis the battle
is an afterthought. The same is the combat in book 2, where High King Peter does not actually take
charge, but instead is recounted from other characters.
So instead of recounting Eddies version, I would if CS Lewis picked some other character to recount
the battle from her or his point of view. Then from this view he would have struck down upon the
wand, and watched it shatter into 1000 pieces. Then Eddie is tossed aside, but having done work of
removing the wand, and giving Peter a chance to take on which and her dagger. Remember witch is
very powerful nonetheless, but if the lion arrives quickly, he will be the Savior of Eddie and Peter. Note
I say Savior rather than savior, since obviously a lion is Christ.
She eyed him viciously, taking no mercy on blows that she reign down on him, striking to close for
every one that Peter landed. But Peter was smart, and only landed blows that counted. He also knew
that he didn't have to land the knockout blow, just enough to last until Aslan appeared. So he took his
time, and landed enough blows to overwhelm her defenses. The witch was getting desperate, and she
knew that the lion was somewhere out there, getting more troops. And she knew where they were, even
if she didn't know how he would freeze. But she knew in her stone cold hard that he would have
something prepared. And just at that moment, she realized that she was a pawn. Her heart was cold as
stone, and a creature of Tash, and even if she won the battle, it would be Tash who would claim the
prize. Because Tash was literally stone.

She flailed at the realization that she was a pawn, and only a pawn. Being used by Tash to gain
Narnia from Aslan, with no independent will of her own. She felt a hand not from outside, but from
within, grasping at her, and gradually reaching in to replace her will with its. The witch was gasping
from within and from without.
Just at that point, Aslan with his troops appeared, beaming through as Christ in another form.
And what a Christ he was! Because just then he, young women, and all of the creatures who had
once been frozen came down off the hill. There were giants, and lions, and all sides from Greek
mythology. There were beavers, and all sorts of little creatures who had joined to fight the battle. Up
top there was Lucy and Thomas leading the parade.
And it was quickly over after that, because which looked up and saw the lion coming down at her,
and she froze, though metaphorically.
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The fight was, for all practical purposes, over. And the lion was looking at the dead with Peter, while
while Lucy was administering from her bottle the precious drops of fluid that bestowed life. Sandra
was organizing the people, for she had instructions to keep the living alive, however much they wanted
to kill themselves. Lucy had made a visit to Eddie, and given him a drop of the fluid, but made it clear
that he was to be quiet. He looked up at her face, and though he didn't speak a word, he looked grateful.
All around them there were creatures doing things that made sense, for Aslan had told them to do it. It
was clear that the lion was in charge, but that Peter was learning quickly. Then Peter was sent to look
for Sandra, because Aslan wanted them to look at something together.
What they found there was the witch garb in her blackest of black dresses, with one arm dressed in
white. Both Sandra and Peter looked at her, noted that her arms were up by her sides, as if casting a
spell.
Look well son of Adam, and daughter of Eve, and see what waits for enemies who would rather
take a chance on living, though they know that they won't. explained Aslan.
What happened here? Queried Peter.
It looks as if she had cast a spell.
When Tash took over for her, it realized she was not going to make it. So it fled, and in an instant,
just an instant mind you, she had a choice. Would she die and come in to my arms, forgiven at last her
sins, as great as they were, or would she gamble on going to sleep, and hoping that she would have
another chance.
I don't understand, she had a choice, and she chose the wrong one? asked Sandra.
Yes, she could have been forgiven all that she did, and come back to the fold. But she would rather
have, well there wasn't any other choice. Her other choice was to die and go down to what you would
say, in your world, is hell.

So she put up her magical defenses, even though she knew they weren't going to work. asked
Sandra, If you don't mind my saying so, that is truly a warped kind of decision if you ask me.
Peter just stared at her, particularly her face which was warped in its complexion, as if she knew that
this was death, and she was going to howl in to it's darkness.
Why are we not showing this to Lucy and Eddie. Sandra continued speaking.
You for our going to be here a while, and Lucy and Eddie can learn this later.
Peter and Sandra looked at each other, and suddenly broke out laughing. It was Peter that spoke
next:
What do you mean for a while? What about our childhood in our own world?
This is your world, and while you will go back to earth, it will only be for a little while. Then you
will find something most excellent is waiting here for you, which will be beautiful. The lion said. But
you will find out about that when the time comes, I promise you.
Peter and Sandra looked at each other one more time, and then back at the lion.
Thank you, said Peter, it is not everyone who learns there destiny.
Quickly then, there is much to do of lesser importance, but the people here, your people, need you
to do it. And so Peter, and Sandra, and Lucy, were stricken in to the world. But there was one other
need, between Aslan and Eddie that needed to be resolved. So he marched Peter and Sandra in to doing
their things, for their was much too be done, including sending away those animals who were just here
for the battle, and wanted to get back to their things. Because after a battle there is more to be done
then before it.
So as when over to Eddie, who was still quite damaged, and looked at him.
So my friend, how does it feel to be on the right side, as opposed to the witch?
It feels all right, now, but it was a very narrow thing. We're is the bird?
To bird is trying to tell the other birds that it is all right. But there has to be some accommodation.
You didn't think that this would be easy?
No, I guess not. That means were going to stay for a while, doesn't it?
Your a very clever lad, more so than your eldest brother.
Why can't I be High King, then?
Your brother is the wiser of you to, you will come to see that in due course. But you have your own
advantages to. Look down upon your kingdom, and particularly down at Caer Paravell. Realize that the
high King will be slain monsters, or keeping counsel. You will have to do the rest of the work in
running the country. That is no small responsibility.

Eddie nodded, in a way similar to his brother, because though they were both different, day were
more the same then they imagined.
Finally they are was a moment between Aslan and Lucy, because Lucy felt that she had not had any
noticeable effect. She felt that she was not wanted, and she felt that she had not contributed much to the
effort. Aslan not sure from behind, and she turned and looked at him.
Daughter of Eve, you seem disturbed, as if you were not part of this.
I don't see how I have been of help to anyone.
Remember daughter of Eve, while the battle will be remembered, it was on the stone table that it
was truly won, and you were definitely part of that. The boys may have cleaned up the mess, but it was
you and Sandra who did the important part. And I, at least, will remember that.
Lucy looked up at Him, and saw that he spoke the truth. That was good enough for her, because it
gave her confidence to do whatever she was sent to do.
Of course there were many things to do for elevating the four Kings and Queens, which I will
dispense with, you can read the about them in a myriad of books, either on your bookshelf, or at the
public library. Then you can disconnect the democracy that we live in, and realize that it is broken, and
you will have to do things about that. But these four are in a fantasy land, which has its own problems,
and that is there lot in life.
The coronation was splendid, and went without a hitch. The Kings and Queens looked splendid, not
at all like children from Earth at all. They had risen, and looked the part to a tee. All of the most
important people from the land of Narnia were there, as were several important people from the lands
around.
High King Peter was heroic, and would spend every number of years fighting wars, or keeping the
peace from Caer Paravell. He was strong and good with a sword, or a pen, for both were effective in
the right circumstance.
Queen Sandra was both calm and cunning, in full measure. She was the power behind the throne,
and it came to be known, that all Peter may have signed the documents, it was her who wrote them.
While Peter was in heroic, it was often King Eddie's job to negotiate, and with that came a great
deal of responsibility. While Peter was dashing around keeping the peace, Eddie was broking and
cajoling the members of Narnia in to being peaceful.
And what of Queen Lucy? While King Peter was at the battle fronts, and Sandra was negotiating,
and Eddie was adjudicating, she was going around the countryside and working her way in to the
people's heart. The she was making a name for herself in the arts and sciences, while the other three
were taking care of immediate business.
And what of me? Well I have been commenting about what CS Lewis had on his mind, though you
will that the views which he had about Philosophy, in his time, were strange, and in our time are truly
bizarre. After all, is you read some of his works, you will find them strange indeed. But you can put

aside these and read the story, which were evolving towards a more enlightened form.
Because CS Lewis wanted to engage, and not all things that he said were true. And you can enjoy
the story without buying into the larger picture.
There were many stories, and I will take some time to recount one or two of them, which are not on
the list of proverbial tails. You will note for example that I allowed to slip in to the story where they
were, of course that's intentional. But for the most part I will Go back to writing in my own way,
because that is different from CS Lewis. But it was fun to engage his story, even if it's not the way I
would tell it. And of course there are things which he did which I wouldn't use. (Such as dropping in
these parentheses for example.) But even that is part of the fun, to not do things which are not in the
style of my time.
After many long years, Thomas came in to the throneroom, though he was a bit stout around the
edges, and made an announcement:
I have news, Sire, and Mesdemmes, the White Stag has been seen again in land.
This cause a commotion, though I am not sure why, but they sprang up and hasten to put a party
together. There was very little time to put together, and chase down the white stag. It should be noted
that it was winter, and cold, just as it had been so many years ago. But no one among the four
recognized that there was anything amiss about that.
They were out deep into the woods, where they first encountered Narnia, Though he must be
admitted that they only had a vague recollection of their time on earth, so long ago was it.
Then along the hilltop they cited the white stag and chased with all of their might. Over Hill and
over Dale they chased. And they were rapidly engulfed in a deep dark wood. There was a feeling
among all for Kings and Queens that they had been there before.
And then they passed a lantern, not a lantern of this time and place, but a lantern which for all the
world looked like a Victorian lantern, which was a different thing entirely. Though they rode past it,
they were transformed in an instant from high Kings and Queens of Narnia, into Peter, Sandra, Eddie,
and Lucy, coming back to a trip which had, in this world, lasted only a blink of an eye.
Downstairs there on was calling them, and they saw that they were children, and thought that this
was a dream. Sometimes they thought that Earth was, a dream, and sometimes they thought that Narnia
was. There Aunt Michelle called up to them, and they hurried down the stairs, bursting with tales of the
Lion, The Witch and CS Lewis. And what's more, there aunt listened, and then said:
That's very interesting, you should catch it if you can. But I don't think that the wardrobe will be the
way through next time. The aunt looked at them with a quick eye and a merry gesture on her lips. But
what she didn't do was question the sincerity of what they had to tell her.
Which was an odd thing to say for the aunt. And she said it with a twinkle in her eye, you'll
remember, as if she was remembering something out of the distant past.