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The_Complete_Chronicles_of_Narnia_(volumes_1-7,_in_order_of_publication)

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"Sir," said Tirian, when he had greeted all these. "If I have read the chronicle aright, there<br />

should be another. Has not your Majesty two sisters? Where is Queen Susan?"<br />

"My sister Susan," answered Peter shortly and gravely, "is no longer a friend <strong>of</strong> <strong>Narnia</strong>."<br />

"Yes," said Eustace, "and whenever you've tried to get her to come and talk about <strong>Narnia</strong><br />

or do anyth<strong>in</strong>g about <strong>Narnia</strong>, she says, `What wonderful memories you have! Fancy your<br />

still th<strong>in</strong>k<strong>in</strong>g about all those funny games we used to play when we were children.'"<br />

"Oh Susan!" said Jill. "She's <strong>in</strong>terested <strong>in</strong> noth<strong>in</strong>g nowadays except nylons and lipstick<br />

and <strong>in</strong>vitations. She always was a jolly sight too keen on be<strong>in</strong>g grown-up."<br />

"Grown-up, <strong>in</strong>deed," said the Lady Polly. "I wish she would grow up. She wasted all her<br />

school time want<strong>in</strong>g to be the age she is now, and she'll waste all the rest <strong>of</strong> her life try<strong>in</strong>g<br />

to stay that age. Her whole idea is to race on to the silliest time <strong>of</strong> one's life as quick as<br />

she can and then stop there as long as she can."<br />

"Well, don't let's talk about that now," said Peter. "Look! Here are lovely fruit-trees. Let<br />

us taste them."<br />

And then, for the first time, Tirian looked about him and realized how very queer this<br />

adventure was.<br />

CHAPTER THIRTEEN<br />

HOW THE DWARFS REFUSED TO BE TAKEN IN<br />

TIRIAN had thought - or he would have thought if he had time to th<strong>in</strong>k at all - that they<br />

were <strong>in</strong>side a little thatched stable, about twelve feet long and six feet wide. In reality<br />

they stood on grass, the deep blue sky was overhead, and the air which blew gently on<br />

their faces was that <strong>of</strong> a day <strong>in</strong> early summer. Not far away from them rose a grove <strong>of</strong><br />

trees, thickly leaved, but under every leaf there peeped out the gold or fa<strong>in</strong>t yellow or<br />

purple or glow<strong>in</strong>g red <strong>of</strong> fruits such as no one has seen <strong>in</strong> our world. <strong>The</strong> fruit made<br />

Tirian feel that it must be autumn but there was someth<strong>in</strong>g <strong>in</strong> the feel <strong>of</strong> the air that told<br />

him it could not be later than June. <strong>The</strong>y all moved towards the trees.<br />

Everyone raised his hand to pick the fruit he best liked the look <strong>of</strong>, and then everyone<br />

paused for a second. This fruit was so beautiful that each felt "It can't be meant for me...<br />

surely we're not allowed to pluck it."

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