Chapter 9 Chapter 9 The Birth of Narnia

The lion sang a new song and walked up and down the open land.The song was softer and more lively than the song that called up the stars and the sun just now, and it was a music as warm as the babbling water.As it moved and sang, green and green grass grew in the valley, spreading away from the lion like a pool, and climbing up the hillside like waves.After a while, the grass grows on the slopes of the distant mountains, and the young world becomes softer every moment.The Huifeng rustled the grass.Soon, something else appeared besides the grass.Dull heather grew on the high slopes, and patches of rough, stubble green in the valleys.Digory didn't know what it was at first, until one of them came very close to him.It was a small, long and pointed thing with dozens of arms growing out of its body, covered with a green thing, and growing at a rate of one inch every two seconds.Now there are things like this all around him.When they grew to a height similar to his, he suddenly realized and shouted "Trees!"

Frustratingly, as Polly said later, you couldn't watch it all in peace.While Digory was saying "tree," he had to jump aside, for Uncle Andrew had crept up to him again and tried to steal his ring.It wouldn't do much good if he stole it, because he'd been aiming for the right pocket, thinking the green ring would return.Of course, Digory didn't want him to succeed either. "stop" The witch yelled, "Stand back. Don't go any further. I'll smash the head of anyone who comes within ten paces of either of these two children." The twisted iron rod is ready to be thrown at any time.In any case, everyone believed that she would throw well.

"Well," she said, "you're trying to sneak back into your world with the boy and leave me here." Uncle Andrew was finally not afraid of her, and couldn't help getting angry. "Yes, ma'am," he said, "that's what I want to do, no doubt. It's entirely within my power. I have suffered the greatest humiliation and the lowest treatment. I have done my best to respect and please you. You, but what did I get in return? You robbed—I must repeat the word—reputable jewelers. You insisted on my entertaining you with the most expensive (needless to say most) extravagant) lunch. So I had to pawn my watch and fob (I tell you, ma'am, no one in my family is in the habit of frequenting a pawn shop, except my cousin Edward, who was in the Yeomanry). Eat At that indigestible lunch—

Thinking about it now makes me even more uncomfortable --- your words and deeds have harassed everyone here.I felt ashamed in public.From now on, I will no longer have the face to go to that restaurant.You attacked the police, it's okay—" "Stop talking, sir, please don't talk," said the coachman. "Look and listen to what's going on, and don't talk." So much to see and hear.The tree that Digory had first seen had grown into a stout beech, with its branches spreading gracefully over his head.The cool green grass where they stood was strewn with daisies and buttercups.A little farther away, there are willow trees growing along the river.On the other side of the river, clumps of tea currants, lilacs, wild roses and rhododendrons bloomed.The horse was tearing at the fresh grass with great gulps. ,

All this time the Lion had been singing incessantly, and walking solemnly back and forth, left and right.Surprisingly, every time it turned around, it got closer to them.Polly found the singing more and more interesting because she felt she was beginning to see the connection between the music and what was happening before her eyes.When a row of dark green fir trees jumped out from the ridge about 100 meters away, she felt that it was closely related to a set of low and long tones sung by the lion a second ago.Howe was not surprised, as the lion sang a group of brisk melodies, she saw primroses growing from all directions.In a fit of unspeakable excitement, she was sure all of this had come from (in her words)

"Out of the head of a lion".When you listen to it sing, you hear the things it creates: when you look around, you can see them.It was too exciting, and she had no time to be afraid.But Digory and the coachman couldn't help getting a little nervous every time the Lion turned closer to them, and Uncle Andrew chattered his teeth and shook his knees, and couldn't get away. Suddenly, the Witch boldly rushed towards the Lion.Still singing, the lion moved forward slowly and steadily, only a dozen steps away.She raised her arm and threw the iron rod straight at its head. No one, let alone Jadis, would miss at such close range.The iron rod struck the lion impartially between the eyes, then swept away and landed with a thud in the grass.But the lion did not stop, neither slowed nor quickened his pace, and it was hard to say whether he knew he had been hit.Though its soft claws make no sound, you can feel the earth tremble under its feet.

The witch ran away with a scream, and soon disappeared in the woods.Uncle Andrew turned to run after him, but he tripped over a stump, and fell face down in a stream that ran down to the great river.The children could not move.They weren't even sure if they wanted to run.The lion paid no attention to them at all.With its blood-red mouth open, it didn't growl, it just sang.It brushes past them and they can feel its fur.The two were terrified, afraid that it would turn around and look at them.But oddly enough, they expect it to turn around.from the beginning till now.They seemed to be things that could not be seen or smelled, and Sihao did not attract its attention.It passed them, took a few steps, turned back, passed them twice, and turned east.Uncle Andrew got up, coughing and spitting, and said, "Digory, we've got rid of that woman at last, and the lion is gone. Get your hand here, and put the ring on at once."

"Go away," said Digory, stepping back from him. "Stay away from him, Polly, and come to me. I warn you now, Uncle Andrew, not to come nearer, or we will gone." "Do as I tell you at once, old man," said Uncle Andrew, "you're a very naughty boy, and you're not doing well." "No," said Digory, "we're going to stay here and see what happens. I thought you wanted to know about other worlds. Here you are, don't you like this place?" "Like it," exclaimed Uncle Andrew, "look what I've gotten to! It's still my best coat and vest." He did look quite miserable now.Of course, the prettier you start out, the more miserable you'll look after getting out of a wrecked wagon and into a muddy creek. "I'm not saying," he went on, "this place isn't interesting. If I were younger, now—

Maybe I could find a fresh young man to come here first.Find a hunter who specializes in big game.This place has some advantages to take advantage of.The weather here is pleasant.I've never felt such an air before.I believe it will do me good if—— If conditions are more favorable.If only we had a gun. " "The gun is useless," said the coachman. "I think I'll go and see if Strawberry needs to be groomed. That horse is smarter than some people." He walked up to Strawberry, mouthing There was that hiss of a coachman. "Do you think the lion could have been shot," said Digory, "for he didn't care much about the rod?"

"It's all her fault," said Uncle Andrew, "that daring girl, my boy. She was too rough." His knuckles were crackling, and he seemed to have forgotten how scared he was when the witch was around. of. "It's a very bad thing to do," said Polly. "What did the lion do to her?" "Sorry! What's that?" said Digory, walking forward to examine something a few paces away. "I say, Polly," he called back, "come and see." Uncle Andrew followed, not out of curiosity, but because he wanted to keep up with the boys—and thus possibly steal the ring.But when he saw what Digory was looking at, he became interested too.It was a small but perfect model of a lamp post.It is growing proportionally taller and wider as they look.In fact, it lives and grows like a tree.

"It's alive-- I mean, it's on. said Digory. But, of course, the weak light of the emblem on the lamp is hardly visible in the sun unless you shade it. "It's amazing, it's amazing," murmured Uncle Andrew, "I would never have dreamed of such magic. In this world, everything, even a lamp, is alive and can grow. I Wondering what seed can grow into a lamp post?" "You don't understand?" said Digory. "This is where the iron rod fell--the iron rod she twisted from the lamp-post in front of our house. It fell into the earth and grew a small Lamppost." But it was not small now, and the lamppost was as tall as Digory said it. ( "Yes, great, great! ” Uncle Andrew defended his fingers more vigorously than before, “Oh!Oh!They mock my magic.My stupid sister thought I was crazy.Now, what else do they say?I have discovered a world full of life where anything can grow.Columbus, they're talking about Columbus now.But compared to here, what is the Americas? The commercial potential of this country is limitless.Bring some old steel rods up here, bury them, and new locomotives, warships, or whatever you want will grow.It cost me nothing, and I could sell it in England at a high price.In this way I will become a millionaire.And the weather!I already feel twenty years younger, and I can run a health resort here and make twenty thousand a year when it's done.Of course, I will only let a very few people know this secret.The beast must be killed first. " "You're like a witch," said Polly. "The mind is full of carnage." "And then, let's talk about myself," Uncle Andremi continued dreaming, "if I settle here, God knows how long I will live. For a person who is over sixty, this is the first thing to consider. Here, I Of course it never gets old. It's so beautiful! Young land!" "Oh!" cried Digory, "Young land! Do you think it's really woo?" He naturally remembered what Aunt Letty had said to the woman who delivered the grapes.A wish for mutual good flashed through his mind. "uncle andrew," he said, "do you think there's anything here that can cure mama?" "What are you talking about?" said Uncle Andrew. "This isn't a pharmacy. But like I said . . . " "You don't care about her at all," said Digory angrily, "and I thought you would; she's my mother, after all, and your sister. But that's all right. I'll ask the Lion if he can help. ’ Then he turned and walked briskly away.Polly hesitated and followed. "Hi! Stop! Come back! This kid is crazy." said Uncle Andrew.He followed the children cautiously, keeping a distance.For he did not want to be far from the green ring, nor near the lion. After a few minutes Digory came to the edge of the wood and stopped.The lion is still singing.But the singing changed again.This time the vocals are more similar to what we call "tune" but still wild and make you want to jump, run, climb, yell, rush at people, hug them or wrestle them.Digory's face flushed and burned.Uncle Andrew seemed to be affected, too, for Digory heard him say: "A lively girl, man. She has a regrettable temper, but all in all a pretty woman, a pretty woman." Yet, The singing had no effect on these two men as it had on the land. Can you imagine a field of grass boiling like a pot of water, but that's the best way to describe what's happening right now.The surrounding grass swelled into knolls of various sizes, some the size of a molehill, others the size of a wheelbarrow, and two of them were the size of small shacks.The mounds shifted and swelled, until the earth exploded in a splash, and an animal emerged from each mound.Moles come out exactly like the moles you see coming out of their burrows in England.The dog barks as soon as it sticks its head out, and struggles as if it were going through a narrow gap in a fence.The bucks were the most interesting, because their horns came out long before the rest, so that at first Digory thought they were trees.After the frog came out from the river bank, it croaked and jumped into the river.Animals such as leopards and black panthers immediately sat down, shook off the loose soil on their hind legs, then stood up, and sharpened their front paws on the tree.There were bursts of birdsong in the forest.The bee was busy with the flowers without delaying a second.But the most spectacular moment comes when the largest mound bursts open like a mild earthquake, revealing an elephant's sloped back, big intelligent head, and four baggy-pants-like legs.Now, you can hardly hear the lion's singing, in all directions, the ears are full of cows, horses neighing, dogs barking, birdsong... Though Digory could no longer hear the Lion sing, he could still see him.It was so tall and bright, and it attracted him firmly.Other animals don't seem to be afraid of it either.Just then he heard hoofbeats, and the old cart horse trotted right past him and joined the other animals (the air suited Uncle Andrew as well as it did, and it no longer looked like a poor London street His old slave, who is raising his legs and holding his head high.) Now, for the first time, the Lion is quiet.He went round among the animals, now and then going up to two of them (always two at a time), and kissing their noses with his nose: he picked two of the leopards, one male of the deer. Deer and a doe, leaving the others aside.With some kinds of animals it simply walks by; but those it has kissed leave their group in pairs and follow behind it.At last it stopped, and the animal it had picked came up and stood in a circle around it.The animals it hadn't kissed began to scatter, and the calls faded into the distance.The animals it had chosen stood still, with all eyes fixed on the Lion.The felines occasionally wagged their tails, but all the others remained motionless.That day, it was the first time it was so quiet, only the sound of gurgling water was heard.Digory's heart was beating violently, and he knew that something holy and solemn was about to happen.He has forgotten his mother.But he knew very well that even for her, he couldn't bother with such a big event. The lion, which never blinked, gazed at the animals with its burning gaze.Gradually, the animals changed.Small animals like rabbits, dormouse, etc. - much bigger.Huge animals-- Nowhere is this more evident than in the elephant - a little smaller.Many of the animals sat on their hind legs, and most of them tilted their heads as if trying to make sense of something.The lion opened his mouth, but made no sound. Like the wind blowing up a row of trees, its long, warm breath sweeps away all animals.Overhead, in the distant sky, the stars hiding behind the blue sky began a new song.It was a pure, cold and incomprehensible music.Then, a flash of fire flashed from the sky or from the lion.Every drop of blood in the children boiled.Said the deepest and roughest voice ever heard: "Narnia, Narnia, Narnia, wake up. To love, to think, to talk. Let the trees move, the beasts talk, and the sacred waters."