made the first joke; you have only been the first joke.” Then everyone laughed more than ever; but the Jackdaw didn’t mind and laughed just as loud till the horse shook its head and the Jackdaw lost its balance and fell off, but remembered its wings (they were still new to it) before it reached the ground.
“And now,” said Aslan, “Narnia is established.We must next take thought for keeping it safe. I will call some of you to my council. Come hither to me, you the chief Dwarf, and you the River-god, and you Oak and the He-Owl, and both the Ravens and the Bull-Elephant. We must talk together. For though the world is not five hours old an evil has already entered it.”
The creatures he had named came forward and he turned away eastward with them. The others all began talking, saying things like “ What did he say had entered the world?—A Neevil—What’s a Neevil?—No, he didn’t say a Neevil, he said a weevil—Well, what’s that?”
“Look here,” said Digory to Polly, “I’ve got to go after him—Aslan, I mean, the Lion. I must speak to him.”
“Do you think we can?” said Polly. “I wouldn’t dare.”
“I’ve got to,” said Digory. “It’s about Mother. If anyone could give me something that would do her good, it would be him.”
“I’ll come along with you,” said the Cabby. “I liked the looks of ’ im . And I don’t reckon these other beasts will go for us. And I want a word with old Strawberry.”
So all three of them stepped out boldly—or as boldly as they could—toward the assembly of animals. The creatures were so busy talking to one another and making friends that they didn’t notice the three humans until they were very close; nor did they hear Uncle Andrew, who was standing trembling in his buttoned boots a good way off and shouting (but by no means at the top of his voice).
“Digory! Come back! Come back at once when you’re told. I forbid you to go a step further.”
When at last they were right in among the animals, the animals all stopped talking and stared at them.
“Well?” said the He-Beaver at last, “what, in the name of Aslan, are these?”
“Please,” began Digory in rather a breathless voice, when a Rabbit said, “They’re a kind of largelettuce, that’s my belief.”
“No, we’re not, honestly we’re not,” said Polly hastily. “We’re not at all nice to eat.”
“There!” said the Mole. “They can talk. Who ever heard of a talking lettuce?”
“Perhaps they’re the Second Joke,” suggested the Jackdaw.
A Panther, which had been washing its face, stopped for a moment to say, “Well, if they are, they’re nothing like so good as the first one. At least, I don’t see anything very funny about them.” It yawned and went on with its wash.
“Oh, please,” said Digory. “I’m in such a hurry. I want to see the Lion.”
All this time the Cabby had been trying to catch Strawberry’s eye. Now he did. “Now, Strawberry, old boy,” he said. “You know me. You ain’t going to stand there and say as you don’t know me.”
“What’s the Thing talking about, Horse?” said several voices.
“Well,” said Strawberry very slowly, “I don’t exactly know, I think most of us don’t know much about anything yet. But I’ve a sort of idea I’ve seen a thing like this before. I’ve a feeling I lived somewhere else—or was something else—before Aslan woke us all up a few minutes ago. It’s all very muddled. Like a dream. But there were things like these three in the dream.”
“What?” said the Cabby. “Not know me? Mewhat used to bring you a hot mash of an evening when you was out of sorts? Me what rubbed you down proper? Me what never forgot to put your cloth on you if you was standing in the cold? I wouldn’t ’ave thought it of you, Strawberry.”
“It does begin to come back,” said the Horse thoughtfully. “Yes. Let me think now, let me think. Yes, you used to tie a horrid black thing behind me and
“And now,” said Aslan, “Narnia is established.We must next take thought for keeping it safe. I will call some of you to my council. Come hither to me, you the chief Dwarf, and you the River-god, and you Oak and the He-Owl, and both the Ravens and the Bull-Elephant. We must talk together. For though the world is not five hours old an evil has already entered it.”
The creatures he had named came forward and he turned away eastward with them. The others all began talking, saying things like “ What did he say had entered the world?—A Neevil—What’s a Neevil?—No, he didn’t say a Neevil, he said a weevil—Well, what’s that?”
“Look here,” said Digory to Polly, “I’ve got to go after him—Aslan, I mean, the Lion. I must speak to him.”
“Do you think we can?” said Polly. “I wouldn’t dare.”
“I’ve got to,” said Digory. “It’s about Mother. If anyone could give me something that would do her good, it would be him.”
“I’ll come along with you,” said the Cabby. “I liked the looks of ’ im . And I don’t reckon these other beasts will go for us. And I want a word with old Strawberry.”
So all three of them stepped out boldly—or as boldly as they could—toward the assembly of animals. The creatures were so busy talking to one another and making friends that they didn’t notice the three humans until they were very close; nor did they hear Uncle Andrew, who was standing trembling in his buttoned boots a good way off and shouting (but by no means at the top of his voice).
“Digory! Come back! Come back at once when you’re told. I forbid you to go a step further.”
When at last they were right in among the animals, the animals all stopped talking and stared at them.
“Well?” said the He-Beaver at last, “what, in the name of Aslan, are these?”
“Please,” began Digory in rather a breathless voice, when a Rabbit said, “They’re a kind of largelettuce, that’s my belief.”
“No, we’re not, honestly we’re not,” said Polly hastily. “We’re not at all nice to eat.”
“There!” said the Mole. “They can talk. Who ever heard of a talking lettuce?”
“Perhaps they’re the Second Joke,” suggested the Jackdaw.
A Panther, which had been washing its face, stopped for a moment to say, “Well, if they are, they’re nothing like so good as the first one. At least, I don’t see anything very funny about them.” It yawned and went on with its wash.
“Oh, please,” said Digory. “I’m in such a hurry. I want to see the Lion.”
All this time the Cabby had been trying to catch Strawberry’s eye. Now he did. “Now, Strawberry, old boy,” he said. “You know me. You ain’t going to stand there and say as you don’t know me.”
“What’s the Thing talking about, Horse?” said several voices.
“Well,” said Strawberry very slowly, “I don’t exactly know, I think most of us don’t know much about anything yet. But I’ve a sort of idea I’ve seen a thing like this before. I’ve a feeling I lived somewhere else—or was something else—before Aslan woke us all up a few minutes ago. It’s all very muddled. Like a dream. But there were things like these three in the dream.”
“What?” said the Cabby. “Not know me? Mewhat used to bring you a hot mash of an evening when you was out of sorts? Me what rubbed you down proper? Me what never forgot to put your cloth on you if you was standing in the cold? I wouldn’t ’ave thought it of you, Strawberry.”
“It does begin to come back,” said the Horse thoughtfully. “Yes. Let me think now, let me think. Yes, you used to tie a horrid black thing behind me and
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