The_Complete_Chronicles_of_Narnia_(volumes_1-7,_in_order_of_publication)

"Ee-ee-ee!" squeaked Golg. "Yes, I know that terrible road. I will show you where it
begins. But it is no manner of use your Honour asking me to go with you on it. I'll die
rather."
"Why?" asked Eustace anxiously. "What's so dreadful about it?"
"Too near the top, the outside," said Golg, shuddering. "That was the worst thing the
Witch did to us. We were going to be led out into the open - on to the outside of the
world. They say there's no roof at all there; only a horrible great emptiness called the sky.
And the diggings have gone so far that a few strokes of the pick would bring you out to it.
I wouldn't dare go near them."
"Hurrah! Now you're talking!" cried Eustace, and Jill said, "But it's not horrid at all up
there. We like it. We live there."
"I know you Overlanders live there," said Golg. "But I thought it was because you
couldn't find your way down inside. You can't really like it - crawling about like flies on
the top of the world!"
"What about showing us the road at once?" said Puddleglum.
"In a good hour," cried the Prince. The whole party set out. The Prince remounted his
charger, Puddleglum climbed up behind Jill, and Golg led the way. As he went, he kept
shouting out the good news that the Witch was dead and that the four Overlanders were
not dangerous. And those who heard him shouted it on to others, so that in a few minutes
the whole of Underland was ringing with shouts and cheers, and gnomes by hundreds and
thousands, leaping, turning cart-wheels, standing on their heads, playing leap-frog, and
letting off huge crackers, came pressing round Coalblack and Snowflake. And the Prince
had to tell the story of his own enchantment and deliverance at least ten times.
In this way they came to the edge of the chasm. It was about a thousand feet long and
perhaps two hundred wide. They dismounted from their horses and came to the edge, and
looked down into it. A strong heat smote up into their faces, mixed with a smell which
was quite unlike any they had ever smelled. It was rich, sharp, exciting, and made you
sneeze. The depth of the chasm was so bright that at first it dazzled their eyes and they
could see nothing. When they got used to it they thought they could make out a river of
fire, and, on the banks of that river, what seemed to be fields and groves of an
unbearable, hot brilliance - though they were dim compared with the river. There were
blues, reds, greens, and whites all jumbled together: a very good stained-glass window
with the tropical sun staring straight through it at midday might have something the same
effect. Down the rugged sides of the chasm, looking black like flies against all that fiery
light, hundreds of Earthmen were climbing.
"Your honours," said Golg (and when they turned to look at him they could see nothing
but blackness for a few minutes, their eyes were so dazzled). "Your honours, why don't