Chapter 10 Chapter 10 The Magic Book

The Invisible Men feast their guests with grandeur.It is very interesting to see large and small dishes being delivered to the table, but no one is seen carrying them.It would be interesting enough to see large and small plates moving all the way along the ground, which is what you would expect invisible hands to carry things.But that's not the case.These dinner plates turned out to be bouncing and jumping all the way towards the long restaurant.A dinner plate jumped as high as fifteen feet, then dropped to a sudden stop three feet from the ground.It would be bad enough if there was soup or stew on the plate.

"I'm getting very curious about these people," said Eustace, whispering to Edmund. "Do you think they're human after all? They look more like grasshoppers or frogs to me. "It looks like it," said Edmund, "but don't make Lucy think of a grasshopper. She doesn't like insects very much, especially big ones." `The meal would have been more enjoyable if it hadn't been so messed up, and the subject wasn't always agreed upon.Invisible people agree on everything.Most of their statements were ones that were hard to disagree with, "I always say that when you're hungry, you like to find something to eat," or "It's dark, it's always dark at night, and even "Ah, You have come across the ocean, the sea is very wet, right? "Lucy, from her seat, could just see the dark landing at the foot of the stairs, and could not help looking there, wondering what she would find when she walked up the stairs to-morrow morning. But otherwise the meal was not bad, Mushroom soup, boiled chicken, hot boiled ham, gooseberries, currants, crème fraiche, cream, milk, and mead. The others liked mead, but Eustace regretted drinking it after dinner drunk.

Lucy woke up the next morning in the same mood that she would wake up on the morning of an exam or a visit to the dentist.The morning was bright, and the bees were buzzing, flying in and out of the open window, and the lawn outside looked very much like somewhere in England.She got up and dressed, and at breakfast she tried to talk and eat as usual.After breakfast and the boss's voice telling her how to behave upstairs, she said goodbye to the others, walked to the foot of the stairs without a word, and started to go upstairs without looking back. Luckily the light was bright, but no, there was a window looking straight at him at the head of the first flight of stairs.She walked up that flight of stairs and kept hearing the ticking of the big high-backed clock in the passage below.When she got to the landing, she had to turn left for the second flight of stairs, after which she never heard the bell again.

Now Lucy came upstairs, and saw a long, wide corridor with a large window at the end.The corridor was apparently as long as the whole house.The corridor was carved and inlaid and carpeted, and many doors were open on either side.She stood motionless, heard no rats squeak, no flies buzzed, no curtains fluttered, heard nothing—only the beating of her own heart. "Last door on the left," she said to herself.It was a little hard to get to the last door.To get there you have to walk from room to room.There could be a magician in any room - asleep, awake, invisible, possibly even dead.But it's not okay to think about it.She began her arduous journey.The carpet was so thick that her feet stepped on it silently.

"There's nothing to be afraid of yet," said Lucy to herself.This corridor is indeed quiet, a piece of sunshine, maybe too quiet.It would have been better if the doors hadn't been painted with queer symbols of scarlet--these crooked, intricate symbols, obviously meant something, and probably not very good.It would have been better if there weren't those masks hanging on the wall.It's not that the masks are ugly--or they aren't--but the holes in the eye sockets look really weird, and if you let yourself think about it, you immediately realize that the moment you turn around, the mask will fall into place. Will do it.

She didn't really startle until she reached the sixth door.For a split second she was almost convinced that there was a little, bearded, sinister face rushing out of the wall and making a face at her.She barely stopped, looking at the grimace.It turned out that it wasn't a face at all, but a little mirror, exactly the size and shape of her face, with hair on top and a beard hanging from the bottom, so you looked in the mirror and your face was just right for her. Hair and beard that look like they're growing on your head. "I just glanced out of the corner of my eye as I walked by, and saw my shadow," said Lucy to herself, "that's what it is. It's all right." But she didn't like her face with that hair and beard, Just go ahead. (Because I'm not a magician, I don't know what the bearded mirror is for.

Before she had reached the last door on the left, Lucy wondered whether the corridor had grown longer since she had begun the journey, and whether this was part of the magic of the house.But she finally got there.The door is open. It was a large room with three large windows, and books were piled from floor to ceiling in rows; Lucy had never seen so many books, some small and dainty, some big and heavy, and some Bigger than any church Bible you've ever seen, it's all leather bound, and it smells of old books and magic.But she had already been told, and she knew which book to worry about.Because that book, the magic book, was sitting on a desk in the middle of the room.She realized that she had to read standing up (there was no chair anyway), and that she would have to stand with her back to the door while reading, so she turned immediately to close the door.

The door won't close. Some people will disapprove of Lucy's doing this, but I think she's doing exactly the right thing.She said that you don't have to worry if you can close the door, but it's always uncomfortable to stand in such a place with your back facing the open door.If only I would feel this way too.But there is no other way. One thing that bothers her a lot is the size of books.The boss couldn't tell her where in the spellbook the manifesting spell was.He was even surprised to hear her ask.He wanted her to start at the beginning and stop when she found it; obviously he hadn't thought of any other way to find this passage in the book. "It's just that it might take me days and weeks to look at it that way!" said Lucy, looking at the big thick book, "and I feel like I've been in this place for hours. "

She walked to the desk and put her hand on the book; her fingers trembled as soon as she touched the book, as if the book was charging.She tried to open the book, but at first could not, but only because it was caught between two lead clasps.When she unbuttoned it, she opened the book at once.What a strange book this is! This is a handwritten book, not a printed book. The handwriting is clear and well-proportioned. The downward strokes are thick and the upward strokes are thin. The font is large and looks more comfortable than the printed one. The writing is extremely beautiful. Lucy stared at it. For a full minute, forget to read.The paper was crisp and slippery and smelled good, and there were illustrations in the margins and around the capital letters at the beginning of each spell.

The book has no title page and no title; it's a mantra straight to the point, and the first few lines are no big deal.There are home remedies for blemishes (washing your hands in a silver basin in the moonlight), there are cures for toothaches, there are cures for cramps, and there is a spell to catch bees.The illustration of the man with the toothache is so vivid that if you look at it too long your teeth will ache.The fourth spell is surrounded by densely painted golden bees, and if you look at the painting for a while, they seem to be flying. , Lucy couldn't bear to leave after reading the first page, but after turning a page, the next page is still equally interesting. "But I must go down," she said to herself.She turned thirty pages down, and if she remembered what was there, she could learn how to find treasure, how to remember what she had forgotten, how to forget what she wanted to forget, how to call the wind, how to make the rain, how to Asking for snow, how to turn into fog, how to attract sleet, and how to invite it to come and go.The longer she looked at it, the more wondrous and lifelike the illustrations became.

Next she turned to a page so brilliantly illustrated that you could barely pay attention to the writing.It couldn't be helped—but she still noticed the opening line, which read: Superbly beautiful and beautiful.Lucy pressed her face to the page and stared at the illustrations, and though the pictures had seemed crowded and blurred just now, she saw them clearly now.The first picture is a girl standing at a desk reading a big book.The girl was dressed exactly like Lucy.In the second painting, Lucy (because it was Lucy) was standing, muttering with her mouth wide open, with a rather terrifying expression on her face.The beauty in the third painting came towards her.It's strange to think how small these pictures look at first, and now Lucy in the picture looks like Lucy is life-sized, and the two look at each other for a moment, and the real Lucy looks away because she is being drawn by Lucy in the picture. Lucy was dazzled by her beauty, but she could still see a resemblance to herself in that beautiful face.Now the images flooded her rapidly.She saw herself enthroned in a great contest in Calormene, and kings of all the world fought for her beauty.Later, it evolved from a fighting in a contest to a real war. As the kings, dukes and nobles of various countries competed frantically for her favor, Narnia, Archenland, Telmar, Calormen, Galma and Tribenzia All countries have made their lives miserable and barren.Later, the picture changed, and Lucy, who was still a stunning beauty, returned to England.It turned out that Susan, who had always been the beauty of the family, came back from the United States.Susan in the painting is exactly like Susan herself, only ugly and angry.Susan was jealous of Lucy's dazzling beauty, but that was all right, because no one cared about Susan now. "I must say this spell," said Lucy, "I don't care. I must say it." She said I didn't care, because she felt so strongly that she couldn't. Unexpectedly, when she looked back at the beginning of the incantation, she was absolutely sure that there was no picture between the lines, but she found a lion, the big face of the lion king Aslan was staring deeply at her face.The color of the picture is golden, and the lion seems to step out of the picture and come towards her.Afterwards, of course, she couldn't be sure that the lion in the painting really hadn't moved at all.In any case, she knew very well the expression on the lion's face.He's growling, and you can see most of his teeth.She was so frightened that she turned the page at once. After a while she flips to a spell that will let you know what your friends think of you.In fact, at this moment Lucy wanted to try the spell just now, the one that makes you beautiful.So she felt that in order to make up for the loss of not reciting the incantation just now, she would really like to recite this one.Fearing that she would change her mind, she hastily said the incantations (I will never tell you about them).After reading, she waited to see the result. Seeing no results, she turned to illustrations.All of a sudden, she saw the most unexpected scene—the third-class carriage of a train, with two female students sitting in it.She recognized them immediately.One is Marjorie; Preston, one is Anne; Featherstone.But now it's not just a painting.The painting is active.She could see telephone poles speeding by outside the train window.She could see the two girls talking and laughing.Then, as if "turning on" the radio, she gradually heard what they were saying. "Can I see you once or twice this term?" said Anne. "Are you still going to keep hanging out with Lucy Pevensie?" "I don't know what you mean by fool around?" Marjorie said. "Sunny, you know," said Anne, "you were crazy about her last term." "No, I haven't," said Marjorie. "I've got too much brains to do that. She's not a bad kid after all. But I'm sick of her before term is over." "Come on, you'll never have that chance any other semester!" Lucy yelled. Speaking of which, the real Marjorie is far away in another world. "Come," said Lucy to herself, "I didn't think too bad of her. I did all sorts of things for her last term, and the other girls don't get much of her. Watching her. She knows that too. Going to Anne; Never, I never will."—She turned the page with great difficulty, but soon a great tear of anger splashed on it. On the next page she saw a spell for "spirituality".There are few illustrations on this page, but they are beautiful.Unknowingly, what Lucy read was not a spell, but more like a story.There were three pages in the story, and before she reached the end of the page, she completely forgot that she was reading a book.She lived the story as if it were real, and all the pictures were real.When she turned to the third page and saw the last line, she said, "This is the loveliest story I've ever read, and I'll never see a story like it in my life. Oh, I wish I could keep reading it." Last ten years. At least I'm going to watch it again." Who knows that the magic of the book has worked a little bit here.You can't turn it upside down. Only the pages on the right hand side can be turned over the following pages, and the pages on the left side can't be turned over. "Oh, that's terrible!" said II Lucy, "I really want to see it again."Well, at least, I must remember it.Let me see... it's written... it's... omg, the text is gone again.Even the last page was blank.This is a very odd book.how can i forgetThe story is about a wine glass, a sword, a tree, and a green hill, that's all I know.But I can't remember, what should I do? " And she could never remember it; from that day on, what Lucy had in mind for a good story was one that reminded her of a forgotten story in the spellbook. She turned the page again, only to find that there was no illustration at all on a page, but the words at the beginning were written upside down: Invisible things appear.She read it from beginning to end first, recognized all the new words, and then read them aloud.As soon as she said it she knew it was working, for as soon as she said it aloud the capital letters in the upper parts of the page began to appear in color and the pictures began to appear in the margins.Just like when you put the characters written in invisible ink on the fire, the writing will gradually appear, but the ink used is not the dark black like twisted rubber (the simplest invisible ink), but pure gold, Blue and scarlet colors.They were very strange pictures, and there were many people in them whose appearance Lucy did not like very much.So she thought to herself, "I'm not only showing the bang bang bang, but probably everything. There must be a lot of other invisible things hanging around in this place, I'm not sure See you." Just then she heard soft, strong footsteps behind her, coming down the corridor, and of course she remembered what they had told her about the magician's bare feet, walking silently like a cat.It's better to look back and see clearly than to have something sneak up on your back.Lucy looked back. So she smiled, and for a moment (but of course she didn't know it) she looked almost as beautiful as Lucy in the picture, and with a little cry of delight, she stretched out her arms and ran forward. .It turned out that standing at the door was Aslan himself, the lion king, the highest of all supreme kings.He was real, solid, warm, and he let her kiss him, burying his face in the shining lion glow.There was such a low, earthquake-like sound in him that Lucy even dared to imagine that he was grunting. . "Why, Aslan," she said, "thank you for stopping by again." "I've been here," he said, "you just made me visible." "Aslan!" said Lucy, slightly reproachfully, "don't make fun of me. As if I could somehow make you appear!" "Really," said Aslan, "do you think I'll break my own rules?" After a moment of silence, he spoke again. "Boy," he said, "I see you've been eavesdropping." "Eavesdropping?" "You heard two classmates talking about you behind their backs." "Oh, that? It never occurred to me that it was eavesdropping, Aslan. Isn't that magic?" "Spying on people by magic is the same thing as spying by any other means. You've misjudged your friend. She's weak, but she loves you. She's afraid of the older girl, and said something against her will." "I don't think I'll ever forget what I heard her say." "No, you can't." "Why," said Lucy, "did I screw it all up? You mean, if it didn't happen, we'd have been friends--really good friends--perhaps lifelong friends-- — but we can't do it now, can we?" "My child," said Aslan, "didn't I tell you before that no one can predict what will happen in the future?" "Yes, Aslan, you said," said Lucy, "I'm sorry. But please—" "My dear, tell me." "Can I read that story again? The one I can't remember. Will you tell me that story, Aslan? Oh, tell it, tell it, tell it." "Okay, I'll tell you, and I'll tell you for years and years. But now, come on. It's time for us to meet the owner of this house.