CHAPTER FIFTEEN FURTHER UP AND FURTHER IN（第3/4页）

“I don’t think those ones are so very like anything in Narnia，”said Lucy.“But look there.”She pointed Southward to their left，and everyone stopped and turned to look.“Those hills，”said Lucy，“the nice woody ones and the blue ones behind-aren’t they very like the Southern border of Narnia ？”

“Like!”cried Edmund after a moment’s silence.“Why，they’re exactly like. Look，there’s Mount Pire with his forked head，and there’s the pass into Archenland and everything!”

“And yet they’re not like，”said Lucy.“They’re different. They have more colours on them and they look further away than I remembered and they’re more... more... oh，I don’t know...”

“More like the real thing，”said the Lord Digory softly．

Suddenly Farsight the Eagle spread his wings，soared thirty or forty feet up into the air，circled round and then alighted on the ground．

“Kings and Queens，”he cried，“we have all been blind. We are only beginning to see where we are. From up there I have seen it all-Ettinsmuir，Beaversdam，the Great River，and Cair Paravel still shining on the edge of the Eastern Sea. Narnia is not dead. This is Narnia.”

“But how can it be ？”said Peter.“For Aslan told us older ones that we should never return to Narnia，and here we are.”

“Yes，”said Eustace.“And we saw it all destroyed and the sun put out.”

“And it’s all so different，”said Lucy．

“The Eagle is right，”said the Lord Digory.“Listen，Peter. When Aslan said you could never go back to Narnia，he meant the Narnia you were thinking of. But that was not the real Narnia. That had a beginning and an end. It was only a shadow or a copy of the real Narnia which has always been here and always will be here：just as our world，England and all，is only a shadow or copy of something in Aslan’s real world. You need not mourn over Narnia，Lucy. All of the old Narnia that mattered，all the dear creatures，have been drawn into the real Narnia through the Door. And of course it is different; as different as a real thing is from a shadow or as waking life is from a dream.”His voice stirred everyone like a trumpet as he spoke these words：but when he added under his breath“It’s all in Plato，all in Plato：bless me， what do they teach them at these schools!”the older ones laughed. It was so exactly like the sort of thing they had heard him say long ago in that other world where his beard was grey instead of golden. He knew why they were laughing and joined in the laugh himself. But very quickly they all became grave again：for，as you know， there is a kind of happiness and wonder that makes you serious. It is too good to waste on jokes．

It is as hard to explain how this sunlit land was different from the old Narnia as it would be to tell you how the fruits of that country taste. Perhaps you will get some idea of it if you think like this. You may have been in a room in which there was a window that looked out on a lovely bay of the sea or a green valley that wound away among mountains. And in the wall of that room opposite to the window there may have been a lookingglass. And as you turned away from the window you suddenly caught sight of that sea or that valley，all over again，in the looking glass. And the sea in the mirror，or the valley in the mirror，were in one sense just the same as the real ones：yet at the same time they were somehow different-deeper，more wonderful，more like places in a story： in a story you have never heard but very much want to know. The difference between the old Narnia and the new Narnia was like that. The new one was a deeper country：every rock and flower and blade of grass looked as if it meant more. I can’t describe it any better than that：if ever you get there you will know what I mean．

It was the Unicorn who summed up what everyone was feeling.

He stamped his right fore-hoof on the ground and neighed，and then cried：