Aslan in that way swerved to their right， his left， and disappeared into his huge black shadow， which （as you have heard） streamed away to the left of the doorway. The children never saw them again. I don‘t know what became of them. But the others looked in the face of Aslan and loved him， though some of them were very frightened at the same time. And all these came in at the Door， in on Aslan’s right. There were some queer specimens among them. Eustace even recognized one of those very Dwarfs who had helped to shoot the Horses. But he had not time to wonder about that sort of thing （and anyway it was no business of his） for a great joy put everything else out of his head. Among the happy creatures who now came crowding round Tirian and his friends were all those whom they had thought dead. There was Roonwit the Centaur and Jewel the Unicorn and the good Boar and the good Bear， and Farsight the Eagle， and the dear Dogs and the Horses， and Poggin the Dwarf.
“Further in and higher up！” cried Roonwit and thundered away in a gallop to the West. And though they did not understand him， the words somehow set them tingling all over. The Boar grunted at them cheerfully. The Bear was just going to mutter that he still didn‘t understand， when he caught sight of the fruit trees behind them. He waddled to those trees as fast as he could and there， no doubt， found something he understood very well. But the Dogs remained， wagging their tails， and Poggin remained， shaking hands with everyone and grinning all over his honest face. And Jewel leaned his snowy white head over the King’s shoulder and the King whispered in Jewel‘s ear. Then everyone turned his attention again to what could be seen through the Doorway.
The Dragons and Giant Lizards now had Narnia to themselves. They went to and fro tearing up the trees by the roots and crunching them up as if they were sticks of rhubarb. Minute by minute the forests disappeared. The whole country became bare and you could see all sorts of things about its shape-all the little humps and hollows- which you had never noticed before. The grass died. Soon Tirian found that he was looking at a world of bare rock and earth. You could hardlybelieve that anything had ever lived there. The monsters themselves grew old and lay down and died. Their flesh shrivelled up and the bones appeared： soon they were only huge skeletons that lay here and there on the dead rock， looking as if they had died thousands of years ago. For a long time everything was still.
At last something white-a long， level line of whiteness that gleamed in the light of the standing stars-came moving towards them from the eastern end of the world. A widespread noise broke the silence： first a murmur then a rumble， then a roar. And now they could see what it was that was coming， and how fast it came. It was a foaming wall of water. The sea was rising. In that treeless world you could see it very well. You could see all the rivers getting wider and the lakes getting larger， and separate lakes joining into one， and valleys turning into new lakes， and hills turning into islands， and then those islands vanishing. And the high moors to their left and the higher mountains to their right crumbled and slipped down with a roar and a splash into the mounting water； and the water came swirling up to the very threshold of the Doorway （but never passed it） so that the foam splashed about Aslan’s forefeet. All now was level water from where they stood towhere the waters met the sky.
And out there it began to grow light. A streak of dreary and disastrous dawn spread along the horizon， and widened and grew brighter， till in the end they hardly noticed the light of the stars who stood behind them. At last the sun came up. When it did， the Lord Digory and the Lady Polly looked at one another and gave a little nod： those two， in a different world， had once seen a dying sun， and so they knew at once that this sun was also dying. It was three times-twentytimes-as big as it ought to be， and very dark red. As its rays fell upon the great Time-giant， he turned red too： and in the reflection of that sun the whole waste of shoreless waters looked like blood.
Then the Moon came up， quite in her wrong position， very close to the sun， and she also looked red. And at the sight of her the sun began shooting out great flames， like whiskers or snakes of crimson fire， towards her. It is as if he were an octopus trying to draw her to himself in his tentacles. And perhaps he did draw her. At any rate she came to him， slowly at first， but then more and more quickly， till at last his long flames licked round her and the two ran together and became one huge ball like a burning coal. Great lumps of fire came dropping out of it into the sea and clouds of steam rose up.
Then Aslan said， “Now make an end.”
The giant threw his horn into the sea. Then he stretched out one arm-very black it looked， and thousands of miles long-across the sky till his hand reached the Sun. He took the sun and squeezed it in his hand as you would squeeze an orange. And instantly there was total darkness.
Everyone except Aslan jumped back from the ice-cold air which now blew through the Doorway. Its edges were already covered with icicles.
“Peter， High King of Narnia，” said Aslan. “Shut the Door.”
Peter， shivering with cold， leaned out into the darkness and pulled the Door to. It scraped over ice as he pulled it. Then， rather clumsily （for even in that moment his hands had gone numb and blue） he took out a golden key and locked it.
They had seen strange things enough through that Doorway. But it was stranger than any of them to look round and find themselves in warm daylight， the blue sky above them， flowers at their feet， and laughter in Aslan‘s eyes.
He turned swiftly round， crouched lower， lashed himself with his tail and shot away like a golden arrow.
“Come further in！ Come further up！” he shouted over his shoulder. But who could keep up with him at that pace？ They set out walking Westward to follow him.
“So，” said Peter， “night falls on Narnia. What， Lucy！ You’re notcrying？ With Aslan ahead， and all of us here？”
“Don‘t try to stop me， Peter，” said Lucy， “I am sure Aslan would not. I am sure it is not wrong to mourn for Narnia. Think of all that lies dead and frozen behind that door.”
