The_Complete_Chronicles_of_Narnia_(volumes_1-7,_in_order_of_publication)

dream; and he saw, at a second glance, that they were the youngest boy and girl out of
that party of seven.
"Gosh!" said the boy, "that took one's breath away! I thought -"
"Hurry up and get him untied," said the girl. "We can talk, afterwards." Then she added,
turning to Tirian, "I'm sorry we've been so long. We came the moment we could."
While she was speaking the Boy produced a knife from his pocket and was quickly
cutting the King's bonds: too quickly, in fact, for the King was so stiff and numb that
when the last cord was cut he fell forward on his hands and knees. He couldn't get up
again till he had brought some life back into his legs by a good rubbing.
"I say," said the girl. "It was you, wasn't it, who appeared to us that night when we were
all at supper? Nearly a week ago."
"A week, fair maid?" said Tirian. "My dream led me into your world scarce ten minutes
since."
"It's the usual muddle about times, Pole," said the Boy.
"I remember now," said Tirian. "That too comes in all the old tales. The time of your
strange land is different from ours. But if we speak of Time, 'tis time to be gone from
here: for my enemies are close at hand. Will you come with me?"
"Of course," said the girl. "It's you we've come to help."
Tirian got to his feet and led them rapidly down hill, Southward and away from the
stable. He knew where he meant to go but his first aim was to get to rocky places where
they would leave no trail, and his second to cross some water so that they would leave no
scent. This took them about an hour's scrambling and wading and while that was going
on nobody had any breath to talk. But even so, Tirian kept on stealing glances at his
companions. The wonder of walking beside the creatures from another world made him
feel a little dizzy: but it also made all the old stories seem far more real than they had
ever seemed before . . . anything might happen now.
"Now," said Tirian as they came to the head of a little valley which ran down before them
among young birch trees, "we are out of danger of those villains for a space and may
walk more easily." The sun had risen, dew-drops were twinkling on every branch, and
birds were singing.
"What about some grub? - I mean for you, Sir, we two have had our breakfast," said the
Boy.