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CHAPTER FIFTEEN THE END OF THIS STORY AND THE BEGINNING OF ALL THE OTHERS（第1页）

CHAPTERFIFTEEHISSTORYANDTHEBEGINNINGOFALLTHEOTHERS

“YOUneednswhenIamwithyou，”saidthevoiceofAslan。Theblinkedahem。Theywereoheorlds;Undrewlayonthegrass，stillasleep;Aslahem。

“e，”saidAslan;“itistimethatyouwentback。Buttherearetwothi;awarning，andaand。Lookhere，。”

Theylookedandsawalittlehollowinthegrass，withagrassybottom，warmanddry。

“Whehere，”saidAslan，“thatholloool，andwhenyoujumpedintoityoucametothewsuheruinsof。Thereisnopoolnow。Thatworldisended，asifithadheraaakewarning。”

“Yes，Aslan，”saidboththe。ButPollyadded，“Butwe'renotquiteasbadasthatworld，are>

“erofEve，”hesaid。“ymorelikeit。ItishatsomewieofyourraotfindoutasecretasevilastheDeplorableWordaodestroyalllivingthings。Andsoon，verysoon，beforeyouareanoldmanandanoldwomaionsinyourworldwillberuledbytyrantswhooreforjoyandjustidmertheEmpressJadis。Letyourworldbeware。Thatisthewarning。Nowfortheand。Assoonasyou，takefromthisUnagidburythemsothatnoohemagain。”

BoththewerelookingupintotheLion'sfaceashespokethesewords。Andallatoheylyhoehefaceseemedtobeaseaoftossinggoldinwhichtheywerefloating，andsuchasowerrolledaboutthemahemahattheyfelttheyhadneverreallybeenhappyood，orevenaliveandawake，before。Ahatmomehemalways，sothataslohlived，ifevertheyweresadorafraidry，thethoughtofallthatgoldehefeelingthatitwasstillthere，quiteclose，justroundsomeerorjustbehindsomedoor，wouldebadmakethemsure，deepdowallwaswell。eallthreeofthem（Undreake）cametumblingintothe，andhotsmellsofLondon。

TheywereosidetheKetterleys'frontdoor，aheWitch，theHorse，andtheCabbyweregwasexactlyastheyhadleftit。Thereost，with;therewasthewreckofthehansomdtherewasthecrowd。Everyoilltalkingandpeoplewerekhedamagedpoli，sayingthingslike，“He'singround”or“Howdoyoufeelno?”or“TheAmbulancewillbehereinajiffy。”

&!”thoughtDigory，“Ibelievethewholeadveakeall。”

MostpeoplewerewildlylookingroundforJadisandthehorse。ookahefornoohemgoorhemingback。AsforUbetweeeofhisdthehoneyonhisface，heothavebeenreizedbyaudoorofthehouseenandthehousemaidwasstandinginthedoatthefun（whatadaythatgirlwashaving!）sothehadnodiffibustlingUndrewindoorsbeforeanyoneaskedaions。

Heracedupthestirsbeforethemandatfirsttheywereveryafraidhewasheadingforhisattittohidehisremainingmagigs。Buttheyhavebothered。Whathewasthinkingaboutwasthebottleinhiswardrobe，andhedisappearedatoohisbedroomahedoor。Wheagain（whitime）hewasinhisdressinggowforthebathroom。

“yougetthes，Poll?”saidDigory。“IwanttogotoMother。”

“Right。Seeyoulater，”saidPollyaheatticstairs。

ThenDigorytookamihisbreath，alyintohisMother'sroom。Andthereshelay，ashehadseenherliesomaimes，proppeduponthepilloalefaakeyoucrytolookat。DigorytooktheAppleofLifeoutofhispocket。

AndjustastheWitchJadishadlookeddifferentwhenyousawherinourworldinsteadofinherowofthatmountaingardenlookeddifferenttoo。Therewereofcourseallsortssihecoloredeoheer，thesunlightfromthewindow，andMother'spretty，palebluedressihemomentDigorytooktheAppleoutofhispocket，allthosethiohavesycoloratall。Everyohesunlight，lookedfadedanddiheApplethrewstrasontheothihlookingat:you'tlookatanythihesmelloftheAppleofYouthwasasifthereihatopenedonHeaven。

“，howlovely，”saidDigory'sMother。

“Youwilleatit，won'tyou?Please，”saidDigory。

“Idon'tknowwhattheDoctorwouldsay，”sheareally—IalmostfeelasifIcould。”

&andcutitupaoherpiecebypieosoonerhadshefihanshesmiledandherheadsankbathepillowandshe:areal，natural，gehoutanyofthosenastydrugs，whichwas，asDigorykhinginthewholeworldthatshewa。Andhewassurenowthatherfacelookedalittledifferedownandkissedherverysoftlyaheroomwithabeatiakingthecoreoftheapplewithhim。Fortherestofthatday，wheneverhelookedatthethingsabouthim，andsawhowordinaryandunmagicaltheywere，hehardlydaredtohope;butwhehefaceofAslanhedidhope。

ThatevehecoreoftheAppleintheba。

&mwheormadehisusualvisit，DigoryleahebaolisteheDoeoutwithAuyandsay:

“MissKetterley，thisisthemostextraordinarycaseIhaveknowninmywholemedicalcareer。Itis—itislikeamiracle。Iwouldn'ttellthelittleboyanythi;wedon'twanttoraiseanyfalsehopes。Butinmyopinion—”thenhisvoicebecametoolo>

ThatafterhegardenaheiragreedsealforPolly（shehadn'tbeebackthedaybefore）。

“Whatluck?”saidPolly，lookihewall。“Imean，aboutyourMother?”

“Ithink—Ithinkitisgoingtht，”saidDigory。“Butifyoudon'tmindI'dreallyrathernottalkaboutityet。Whatabs?”

“I'vegotthemall，”saidPolly。“Look，it'sallright，I&#loves。Let'sburythem。”

&'s。I'vemarkedtheplacewhereIburiedthecoreoftheAppleyesterday。”

ThenPollycameoverthewallahertotheplace。But，asittur，Digoryhavemarkedtheplaethingwasalreadyingup。ItwasnsothatyoucouldseeitgrowasthereeshaddoneinNarnia;butitwasalreadywellabovegrourowelahemagigs，ingtheirownones，i。

AboutaweekafterthisitwasquitethatDigory'sMettiafhtlatershewasabletositoutinthegarden。AndamowholehousehadbeeadiffereLettydideverythingthatMotherliked;ereopened，frowsysweredrawnbackthtehereerseverywhere，ahiheoldpianowastuhertagain，andhadsuchgameswithDigoryandPollythatAuywouldsay“Ideclare，Mabel，ygestbabyofthethree。”

&hingsg，you'llfindtheyusuallygooingworseforsometime;butwhenthighttheyofteteraeraboutsixweeksofthislovelylifetheregletterfromFatherinIndia，whiderful。OldGreat-UncleKirkehaddieda，apparently，thatFatherwasnowveryrich。HewasgoiireandIndiaforeverahegreatbighouseiry，whichDigoryhadheardofallhislifeandneverseenwouldheirhome;thebighousewiththesuitsofarmor，thestables，thekehepark，thehot-houses，thevihewoods，aai。SothatDigoryfeltjustassureasyouthattheywereallgoingtolivehappilyeverafter。Butperhapsyouwouldliketoknowjustohingsmore。

PollyandDigorywerealwaysgreatfriendsandsheearlyeveryholidaystostaywiththemattheirbeautifulhouseiry;andthatwaswhereshelearorideandswimandmilkandbakeandclimb。

Inslivedipeadjoyayothereroublethatpleasantlandformanyhundredyears。KingFrankandQueeheirlivedhappilyinNarniaandtheirseeKingofArd。Theboysmarriednymphsandthegirlsmarriedwoodgods。Thelamp-postwhichthelahoutknowingit）shonedayandnightintheNarhattheplacewhereitgrewcametobeternWaste;andwheer，anotherotintoNarnia，onasnowyhelightstillburning。Andthatadventurewas，inaway，ectedwiththeobeentellingyou。

Itwaslikethis。ThetreewhigfromtheApplethatDigoryplaheba，livedaoafiree。Growinginthesoilofourworld，faroutofthesoundofAslan'svoidfarfromtheyoungairofNarnia，itdidnotbearapplesthatwouldreviveadyingwomanasDigory'sMotherhadbeehoughitdidbearapplesmorebeautifulthananyland，aremelygoodforyou，thoughnotfullymagical。Butiheverysapofit，thetree（sotospeak）thatothertreeinNarniatowhietimesitwouldmovemysteriouslywhenthereing:IthinkthatwhenthishappeherewerehighwindsinNarniaareequiveredbecause，atthatmomereewasrodswayinginastrongsouth-westerngale。However，thatmightbe，itrovedlaterthattherewasstillmagiitsworywasquitemiddle-aged（andhewasafamouslearnedman，aPrreattravellerbythattime）aerleys'oldhousebeloohim，therewasagreatstormalloverthesouthofEnglandwhichblewthetreedown。He'tbeartohaveitsimplychoppedupforfirewood，sohehadpartofthetimbermadeintoawardrobe，whichheputinhisbighouseiry。Andthoughhehimselfdidnotdisagicpropertiesofthatwardrobe，someohatwasthebeginningofalltheingsandgoiweenNarniaandourworld，whireadofinotherbooks。

WhenDigoryatoliveinthebigtryhouse，theytookUolivewiththem;fory'sFathersaid，“Wemusttrytokeeptheoldfellowoutofmisditisn'tfairthatpoorLettyshouldhavehimalwaysonherhands。”UriedanyMagiaslongashelived。Hehadlearnedhislesson，andinhisoldagehebeidlessselfisholdmanthanhehadeverbeehealwayslikedtogetvisitorsalohebilliard-roomahemstoriesaboutamysteriouslady，afnroyalty，withwhomhehaddrivenaboutLondoempershehad，”hewouldsay。“Butshewasademfinewoman，sir，ademfine