“I’m sure you wouldn‘t like our world at all，” said Digory. “It’s not her sort of place， is it， Polly？ It‘s very dull； not worth seeing， really.”
“It will soon be worth seeing when I rule it，” answered the Queen.
“Oh， but you can’t，” said Digory. “It‘s not like that. They wouldn’t let you， you know.”
The Queen gave a contemptuous smile. “Many great kings，” she said， “thought they could stand against the House of Charn. But they all fell， and their very names are forgotten. Foolish boy！ Do you think that I， with my beauty and my Magic， will not have your whole world at my feet before a year has passed？ Prepare your incantations and take me there at once.”
“This is perfectly frightful，” said Digory to Polly.
“Perhaps you fear for this Uncle of yours，” said Jadis. “But if he honours me duly， he shall keep his life and his throne. I am not coming to fight against him. He must be a very great Magician， if he has found how to send you here. Is he King of your whole world or only of part？”
“He isn‘t King of anywhere，” said Digory.
