Itwashisownfather, thegoodKingErlian: butnotasTirianhadseenhimlastwhentheybroughthimhomepaleandwoundedfromhisfightwiththegiant, , youngandmerry, ashecouldjustrememberhimfromveryearlydayswhenhehimselfhadbeenalittleboyplayinggameswithhisfatherinthecastlegardenatCairParavel, -and-milkheusedtohaveforsuppercamebacktohim.
Jewelthoughttohimself, “.” Butnextmomenthehadsomethingelsetothinkof, foroutofthegatewaytherecameahorsesomightyandnoblethatevenaUnicornmightfeelshyinitspresence: “What, cousins! ” andtheybothshouted “Fledge! GoodoldFledge! ” andrushedtokissit.
, intothedelicioussmellthatblewtowardthemoutofthatgardenandintothecoolmixtureofsunlightandshadowunderthetrees, .
Everyoneyouhadeverheardof (ifyouknewthehistoryofthesecountries) , andKingRiliantheDisenchanted, andhismothertheStar'-Fist, hisbrother, —whichwasawonderbeyondallwonderstoTirian—therecamefromfurtherawayinthepast, -shakingandoldjokesrevived, (you'venoideahowgoodanoldjokesoundswhenyoutakeitoutagainafterarestoffiveorsixhundredyears) andthewholecompanymovedforwardtothecenteroftheorchardwherethePhoenixsatinatreeandlookeddownuponthemall, , .
Abouthalfanhourlater—oritmighthavebeenhalfahundredyearslater, fortimethereisnotliketimehere—Lucystoodwithherdearfriend, heroldestNarnianfriend, theFaunTumnus, lookingdownoverthewallofthatgarden, : itsankdownwithshiningcliffs, .
“Isee, ” shesaidatlast, thoughtfully.“.”
“Ofcourse, DaughterofEve, ” saidtheFaun.“Thefurtherupandthefurtherinyougo, .”
