urt; cried Jeantly they were off again.

    t of Narnia noo tern ild er nor even t t;Do you remember? Do you remember?quot; t in steady  voices too,  panting, ty er than an  arrow flies.

    quot;, Lord?quot; said tirian. quot;Is it true, as stories tell, t you two  journeyed he world was made?”

    quot;Yes,quot; said Digory, quot;and it seems to me as if it erday.”

    quot;And on a flying ; asked tirian. quot;Is t part true?”

    quot;Certainly,quot; said Digory. But t;Faster, faster!”

    So ter and faster till it er t ter eep sides of er times crossing it and skimming across  mountainlakes as if ts, till at last at turquoise, ts sides eep  as top of it ran a green  above trees w like  gold.

    quot;Furt; roared traig t of t  almost as er from a broken  at t of some bay. teep as top did t   golden gates. And for a moment none of  to try if tes  just as t about t quot;Dare  rig be meant for us?”

    But  ,  blees swung open.

    tirian stood . And  ted: a little, sleek, brigalking Mouse  h a red

    featuck in a circlet on its s left paing on a long  s bo beautiful bos s;elcome, in ther in.”

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    It  as tirian  , nor even  as tirian remembered er years le boy playing games le  garden at Cair Paravel, just befor