Lewis C S - Narnia 1 by The Magician s Nephew

Author:The Magician s Nephew
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now?” “We do seem to be somewhere,” said Digory. “At least I’m standing on something solid.” “Why, so am I, now that I come to think of it,” said Polly. “But why’s it so dark? I say, do you think we got into the wrong Pool?” “Perhaps this is Cham,” said Digory. “Only we’ve got back in the middle of the night.” “This is not Charn,” came the Witch’s voice. “This is an empty world. This is Nothing.” And really it was uncommonly like Nothing. There were no stars. It was so dark that they couldn’t see one another at all and it made no difference whether you kept your eyes shut or open. Under their feet there was a cool, flat something which might have been earth, and was certainly not grass or wood. The air was cold and dry and there was no wind. “My doom has come upon me,” said the Witch in a voice of horrible calmness. “Oh don’t say that,” babbled Uncle Andrew. “My dear young lady, pray don’t say such things. It can’t be as bad as that. Ah - Cabman - my good man you don’t happen to have a flask about you? A drop of spirits is just what I need.” “Now then, now then,” came the Cabby’s voice, a good firm, hardy voice. “Keep cool everyone, that’s what I say. No bones broken, anyone? Good. Well there’s something to be thankful for straight away, and more than anyone could expect after falling all that way. Now, if we’ve fallen down some diggings - as it might be for a new station on the Underground - someone will come and get us out presently, see! And if we’re dead - which I don’t deny it might be - well, you got to -remember that worse things ‘appen at sea and a chap’s got to die sometime. And there ain’t nothing to be afraid of if a chap’s led a decent life. And if you ask me, I think the best thing we could do to pass the time would be sing a ‘ymn.” And he did. He struck up at once a harvest thanksgiving hymn, all about crops being “safely gathered in”. It was not very suitable to a place which felt as if nothing had ever grown there since the beginning of time, but it was the one he could remember best. He had a fine voice and the children joined in; it was very cheering. Uncle Andrew and the Witch did not join in. Towards the end of the hymn Digory felt someone plucking at his elbow and from a general smell of brandy and cigars and good clothes he decided that it must be Uncle Andrew. Uncle Andrew was cautiously pulling him away from the others. When they had gone a little distance, the old man put his mouth so

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