TIRIANhadthought-orhewouldhavethoughtifhehadtimetothinkatall-thattheywereinsidealittlethatchedstable,abouttwelvefeetlongandsixfeetwide。Inrealitytheystoodongrass,thedeepblueskywasoverhead,andtheairwhichblewgentlyontheirfaceswasthatofadayinearlysummer。Notfarawayfromthemroseagroveoftrees,thicklyleaved,butundereveryleaftherepeepedoutthegoldorfaintyelloworpurpleorglowingredoffruitssuchasnoonehasseeninourworld。ThefruitmadeTirianfeelthatitmustbeautumnbuttherewassomethinginthefeeloftheairthattoldhimitcouldnotbelaterthanJune。Theyallmovedtowardsthetrees.
Everyoneraisedhishandtopickthefruithebestlikedthelookof,andtheneveryonepausedforasecond。Thisfruitwassobeautifulthateachfelt“Itcan’tbemeantforme。。。surelywe’renotallowedtopluckit。”
“It’sallright,”saidPeter。“Iknowwhatwe’reallthinking。
ButI’msure,quitesure,weneedn’t。I’veafeelingwe’vegottothecountrywhereeverythingisallowed。”
“Heregoes,then!”saidEustace。Andtheyallbegantoeat.
Whatwasthefruitlike?Unfortunatelynoonecandescribeataste。AllIcansayisthat,comparedwiththosefruits,thefreshestgrapefruityou’veevereatenwasdull,andthejuiciestorangewasdry,andthemostmeltingpearwashardandwoody,andthesweetestwildstrawberrywassour。Andtherewerenoseedsorstones,andnowasps。Ifyouhadonceeatenthatfruit,allthenicestthingsinthisworldwouldtastelikemedicinesafterit。ButIcan’tdescribeit。Youcan’tfindoutwhatitislikeunlessyoucangettothatcountryandtasteitforyourself.
Whentheyhadeatenenough,EustacesaidtoKingPeter,“Youhaven’tyettoldushowyougothere。Youwerejustgoingto,whenKingTirianturnedup。”
“There’snotmuchtotell,”saidPeter。“EdmundandIwerestandingontheplatformandwesawyourtraincomingin。Irememberthinkingitwastakingthebendfartoofast。AndIrememberthinkinghowfunnyitwasthatourpeoplewereprobablyinthesametrainthoughLucydidn’tknowaboutit-”
“Yourpeople,HighKing?”saidTirian.
“ImeanmyFatherandMother-Edmund’sandLucy’sandmine。”
“Whywerethey?”askedJill。“Youdon’tmeantosaytheyknowaboutNarnia?”
“Ohno,ithadnothingtodowithNarnia。TheywereontheirwaytoBristol。I’donlyheardtheyweregoingthatmorning。ButEdmundsaidthey’dbeboundtobegoingbythattrain。”(Edmundwasthesortofpersonwhoknowsaboutrailways。)
“Andwhathappenedthen?”saidJill.
“Well,it’snotveryeasytodescribe,isit,Edmund?”saidtheHighKing.
“Notvery,”saidEdmund。“Itwasn’tatalllikethatothertimewhenwewerepulledoutofourownworldbyMagic。Therewasafrightfulroarandsomethinghitmewithabang,butitdidn’thurt。AndIfeltnotsomuchscaredas-well,excited。Oh-andthisisonequeerthing.I’dhadarathersoreknee,fromahackatrugger。Inoticedithadsuddenlygone。AndIfeltverylight。Andthen-herewewere。”
“Itwasmuchthesameforusintherailwaycarriage,”saidtheLordDigory,wipingthelasttracesofthefruitfromhisgoldenbeard。“OnlyIthinkyouandI,Polly,chieflyfeltthatwe’dbeenunstiffened。Youyoungsterswon’tunderstand。Butwestoppedfeelingold。”
“Youngsters,indeed!”saidJill。“Idon’tbelieveyoutworeallyaremucholderthanwearehere。”
“Wellifwearen’t,wehavebeen,”saidtheLadyPolly.
“Andwhathasbeenhappeningsinceyougothere?”askedEustace.
“Well,”saidPeter,“foralongtime(atleastIsupposeitwasalongtime)nothinghappened。Thenthedooropened-”
“Thedoor?”saidTirian.
“Yes,”saidPeter。“Thedooryoucamein-orcameout-by。Haveyouforgotten?”
“Butwhereisit?”