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“Ho!Hempress,areyou?We’llseeaboutthat,”saidavoice.Thenanothervoicesaid,“ThreecheersfortheHempressofColney,Atch”andquiteanumberjoinedin.AflushofcolourcameintotheWitch’sfaceandshebowedeversoslightly.Butthecheersdiedawayintoroarsoflaughterandshesawthattheyhadonlybeenmakingfunofher:Achangecameoverherexpressionandshechangedtheknifetoherlefthand.Then,withoutwarning,shedidathingthatwasdreadfultosee.Lightly,easily,asifitwerethemostordinarythingintheworld,shestretchedupherrightarmandwrenchedoffoneofthecross-barsofthelamp-post.Ifshehadlostsomemagicalpowersinourworld,shehadnotlostherstrength;shecouldbreakanironbarasifitwereastickofbarleysugar.Shetossedhernewweaponupintheair,caughtitagain,brandishedit,andurgedthehorseforward.
“Now’smychance,”thoughtDigory.Hedartedbetweenthehorseandtherailingsandbegangoingforward.IfonlythebrutewouldstaystillforamomenthemightcatchtheWitch’sheel.Asherushed,heheardasickeningcrashandathud.TheWitchhadbroughtthebardownonthechiefpoliceman’shelmet:themanfelllikeanine-pin.
“Quick,Digory.Thismustbestopped,”saidavoicebesidehim.ItwasPolly,whohadrusheddownthemomentshewasallowedoutofbed.
“Youareabrick,”saidDigory.“Holdontometight.You’llhavetomanagethering.Yellow,remember.Anddon’tputitontillIshout.”
Therewasasecondcrashandanotherpolicemancrumpledup.Therecameanangryroarfromthecrowd:“Pullherdown.Getafewpaving-stones.CallouttheMilitary.”Butmostofthemweregettingasfarawayastheycould.TheCabby,however,obviouslythebravestaswellasthekindestpersonpresent,waskeepingclosetothehorse,dodgingthiswayandthattoavoidthebar,butstilltryingtocatchStrawberry’shead.
Thecrowdbooedandbellowedagain.AstonewhistledoverDigory’shead.ThencamethevoiceoftheWitch,clearlikeagreatbell,andsoundingasif,foronce,shewerealmosthappy.
“Scum!YoushallpaydearlyforthiswhenIhaveconqueredyourworld.Notonestoneofyourcitywillbeleft.IwillmakeitasCharn,asFelinda,asSorlois,asBramandin.”
Digoryaslastcaughtherankle.Shekickedbackwithherheelandhithiminthemouth.Inhispainhelosthold.Hislipwascutandhismouthfullofblood.FromsomewhereveryclosebycamethevoiceofUncleAndrewinasortoftremblingscream.“Madam-mydearyounglady-forheaven’ssake-composeyourself.”Digorymadeasecondgrabatherheel,andwasagainshakenoff.Moremenwereknockeddownbytheironbar.Hemadeathirdgrab:caughttheheel:heldontikegrimdeath,shoutingtoPolly“Go!”then—Oh,thankgoodness.Theangry,frightenedfaceshadvanished.Theangry,frightenedvoicesweresilenced.AllexceptUncleAndrew’s.ClosebesideDigoryinthedarkness,itwaswailingonOh,oh,isthisdelirium?Isittheend?Ican’tbearit.It’snotfair.InevermeanttobeaMagician.It’sallamisunderstanding.It’sallmygodmother’sfault;Imustprotestagainstthis.Inmystateofhealthtoo.AveryoldDorsetshirefamily.
“Bother!”thoughtDigory.“Wedidn’twanttobringhimalong.Myhat,whatapicnic.Areyouthere,Polly?”
“Yes,I’mhere.Don’tkeeponshoving.”
“I’mnot,”beganDigory,butbeforehecouldsayanythingmore,theirheadscameoutintothewarm,greensunshineofthewood.AndastheysteppedoutofthepoolPollycriedout:
“Ohlook!We’vebroughttheoldhorsewithustoo.AndMr.Ketterley.AndtheCabby.Thisisaprettykettleoffish!”
AssoonastheWitchsawthatshewasoncemoreinthewoodsheturnedpaleandbentdowntillherfacetouchedthemaneofthehorse.Youcouldseeshefeltdeadlysick.UncleAndrewwasshivering.ButStrawberry,thehorse,shookhishead,gaveacheerfulwhinny,andseemedtofeelbetter.HebecamequietforthefirsttimesinceDigoryhadseenhim.Hisears,whichhadbeenlaidflatbackonhisskull,cameintotheirproperposition,andthefirewentoutofhiseyes.
“That’sright,oldboy,”saidtheCabby,slappingStrawberry’sneck.“That’sbetter.Takeiteasy.”
Strawberrydidthemostnaturalthingintheworld.Beingverythirsty(andnowonder)hewalkedslowlyacrosstothenearestpoolandsteppedintoittohaveadrink.DigorywasstillholdingtheWitch’sheelandPollywasholdingDigory’shand.OneoftheCabby’shandswasonStrawberry;andUncleAndrew,stillveryshaky,hadjustgrabbedontheCabby’sotherhand.
“Quick,”saidPolly,withalookatDigory.“Greens!”
Sothehorsenevergothisdrink.Instead,thewholepartyfoundthemselvessinkingintodarkness.Strawberryneighed;UncleAndrewwhimpered.Digorysaid,“Thatwasabitofluck.”
Therewasashortpause.ThenPollysaid,“Oughtn’twetobenearlytherenow?”
“Wedoseemtobesomewhere,”saidDigory.“AtleastI’mstandingonsomethingsolid.”
“Why,soamI,nowthatIcometothinkofit,”saidPolly.“Butwhy’sitsodark?Isay,doyouthinkwegotintothewrongPool?”
“PerhapsthisisCharn,”saidDigory.“Onlywe’vegotbackinthemiddleofthenight.”
“ThisisnotCharn,”cametheWitch’svoice.“Thisisanemptyworld.ThisisNothing.”
AndreallyitwasuncommonlylikeNothing.Therewerenostars.Itwassodarkthattheycouldn’tseeoneanotheratallanditmadenodifferencewhetheryoukeptyoureyesshutoropened.Undertheirfeettherewasacool,flatsomethingwhichmighthavebeenearth,andwascertainlynotgrassorwood.Theairwascoldanddryandtherewasnowind.
“Mydoomhascomeuponme,”saidtheWitchinavoiceofhorriblecalmness.
“Ohdon’tsaythat,”babbledUncleAndrew.“Mydearyounglady,praydon’tsaysuchthings.Itcan’tbeasbadasthat.Ah-Cabman-mygoodman-youdon’thappentohaveaflaskaboutyou?AdropofspiritsisjustwhatIneed.”
“Nowthen,nowthen,”cametheCabby’svoice,agoodfirm,hardyvoice.“Keepcooleveryone,that’swhatIsay.Nobonesbroken,anyone?Good.Wellthere’ssomethingtobethankfulforstraightaway,andmorethananyonecouldexpectafterfallingallthatway.Now,ifwe’vefallendownsomediggings-asitmightbeforanewstationontheUnderground-someonewillcomeandgetusoutpresently,see!Andifwe’redead-whichIdon’tdenyitmightbe-well,yougottorememberthatworsethings’appenatseaandachap’sgottodiesometime.Andthereain’tnothingtobeafraidofifachap’sledadecentlife.Andifyouaskme,Ithinkthebestthingwecoulddotopassthetimewouldbesinga’ymn.
Andhedid.Hestruckupatonceaharvestthanksgivinghymn,allaboutcropsbeing“safelygatheredin”.Itwasnotverysuitabletoaplacewhichfeltasifnothinghadevergrowntheresincethebeginningoftime,butitwastheonehecouldrememberbest.Hehadafinevoiceandthechildrenjoinedin;itwasverycheering.UncleAndrewandtheWitchdidnotjoinin.
TowardstheendofthehymnDigoryfeltsomeonepluckingathiselbowandfromageneralsmellofbrandyandcigarsandgoodclotheshedecidedthatitmustbeUncleAndrew.UncleAndrewwascautiouslypullinghimawayfromtheothers.Whentheyhadgonealittledistance,theoldmanputhismouthsoclosetoDigory’searthatittickled,andwhispered:
“Now,myboy.Sliponyourring.Let’sbeoff.”
ButtheWitchhadverygoodears.“Fool!”camehervoiceandsheleapedoffthehorse.“HaveyouforgottenthatIcanhearmen’sthoughts?Letgotheboy.IfyouattempttreacheryIwilltakesuchvengeanceuponyouasneverwasheardofinallworldsfromthebeginning.”
“And,”addedDigory,“ifyouthinkI’msuchameanpigastogooffandleavePolly-andtheCabby-andthehorse—inaplacelikethis,you’rewellmistaken.”
“Youareaverynaughtyandimpertinentlittleboy,”saidUncleAndrew.
“Hush!”saidtheCabby.Theyalllistened.
Inthedarknesssomethingwashappeningatlast.Avoicehadbeguntosing.ItwasveryfarawayandDigoryfoundithardtodecidefromwhatdirectionitwascoming.Sometimesitseemedtocomefromalldirectionsatonce.Sometimeshealmostthoughtitwascomingoutoftheearthbeneaththem.Itslowernotesweredeepenoughtobethevoiceoftheearthherself.Therewerenowords.Therewashardlyevenatune.Butitwas,beyondcomparison,themostbeautifulnoisehehadeverheard.Itwassobeautifulhecouldhardlybearit.Thehorseseemedtolikeittoo;hegavethesortofwhinneyahorsewouldgiveif,afteryearsofbeingacab-horse,itfounditselfbackintheoldfieldwhereithadplayedasafoal,andsawsomeonewhomitrememberedandlovedcomingacrossthefieldtobringitalumpofsugar.
“Gawd!”saidtheCabby.“Ain’titlovely?”
Thentwowondershappenedatthesamemoment.Onewasthatthevoicewassuddenlyjoinedbyothervoices;morevoicesthanyoucouldpossiblycount.Theywereinharmonywithit,butfarhigherupthescale:cold,tingling,silveryvoices.Thesecondwonderwasthattheblacknessoverhead,allatonce,wasblazingwithstars.Theydidn’tcomeoutgentlyonebyone,astheydoonasummerevening.Onemomenttherehadbeennothingbutdarkness;nextmomentathousand,thousandpointsoflightleapedout-singlestars,constellations,andplanets,brighterandbiggerthananyinourworld.Therewerenoclouds.Thenewstarsandthenewvoicesbeganatexactlythesametime.Ifyouhadseenandheardit,asDigorydid,youwouldhavefeltquitecertainthatitwasthestarsthemselveswhichweresinging,andthatitwastheFirstVoice,thedeepone,whichhadmadethemappearandmadethemsing.
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