The_Complete_Chronicles_of_Narnia_(volumes_1-7,_in_order_of_publication)

"It's all right," said Peter. "I know what we're all thinking. But I'm sure, quite sure, we
needn't. I've a feeling we've got to the country where everything is allowed."
"Here goes, then!" said Eustace. And they all began to eat.
What was the fruit like? Unfortunately no one can describe a taste. All I can say is that,
compared with those fruits, the freshest grapefruit you've ever eaten was dull, and the
juiciest orange was dry, and the most melting pear was hard and woody, and the sweetest
wild strawberry was sour. And there were no seeds or stones, and no wasps. If you had
once eaten that fruit, all the nicest things in this world would taste like medicines after it.
But I can't describe it. You can't find out what it is like unless you can get to that country
and taste it for yourself.
When they had eaten enough, Eustace said to King Peter, "You haven't yet told us how
you got here. You were just going to, when King Tirian turned up."
"There's not much to tell," said Peter. "Edmund and I were standing on the platform and
we saw your train coming in. I remember thinking it was taking the bend far too fast. And
I remember thinking how funny it was that our people were probably in the same train
though Lucy didn't know about it -"
"Your people, High King?" said Tirian.
"I mean my Father and Mother - Edmund's and Lucy's and mine."
"Why were they?" asked Jill. "You don't mean to say they know about Narnia?"
"Oh no, it had nothing to do with Narnia. They were on their way to Bristol. I'd only
heard they were going that morning. But Edmund said they'd be bound to be going by
that train." (Edmund was the sort of person who knows about railways.)
"And what happened then?" said Jill.
"Well, it's not very easy to describe, is it, Edmund?" said the High King.
"Not very," said Edmund. "It wasn't at all like that other time when we were pulled out of
our own world by Magic. There was a frightful roar and something hit me with a bang,
but it didn't hurt. And I felt not so much scared as - well, excited. Oh - and this is one
queer thing.
I'd had a rather sore knee, from a hack at rugger. I noticed it had suddenly gone. And I
felt very light. And then - here we were."
"It was much the same for us in the railway carriage," said the Lord Digory, wiping the
last traces of the fruit from his golden beard. "Only I think you and I, Polly, chiefly felt