CHAPTER ONE BEHIND THE GYM（第3页）
“Youdon'tkher，”saidJillindignantly。
“YesIdo，ifonlyyoudidn'tkeep。I'vegotitnow。That'stheeast，fatothelaurels。Now，willyousaythewordsafterme?'’
“Whatwords?”askedJill。
“ThewordsI'mgoingtosay，ofcourse，”aaow—”
Andhebegan，“Aslan，Aslan，Aslan!”
“Aslan，Aslan，AslaedJill。
&ustwogointo—”
Atthatmomeheothersideofthegymwasheardshoutingout，“Pole?Yes。Iknowwheresheis。She'sblubbihegym。ShallIfetchherout?”
Jillaaeglaher，diveduhelaurels，andbegansgupthesteep，earthyslopeoftheshrubberyataspeedwhichdidthemgreatcredit。（OwingtotheethodsofteagatExperimentHouse，olearnmuathsorLatinsofthatsort;butoaboutgettingawayquidquietlywhenTheywerelookingforone。）
&aminute'sscrambletheystoppedtolistehehattheywerebeingfollowed。
“Ifonlythedoorenagain!”saidScrubbastheywenton，andJillthetopoftheshrubberywasahighstonewallandinthatwalladoorbywhichyoucouldgetoutohisdoorwasnearlyalwayslocked。Buttherehadbeentimeswhenpeoplehadfounditopeherehadbeeime。Butyoumayimagihememoryofevepeoplehoping，andtryingthedoor;forifitshouldhappentobeulendidwayofgettiheschoolgroundswithoutbeingseen。
Jillahveryhrubbyfromgoingalodoubleuhelaurels，pahewall。Ahedoor，shutasusual。
“It'ssuretobenogood，”saidEustacewithhishandonthehahen，“O-o-oh。ByGum!!”Forthehahedooropened。
Amomehofthemhadmeahroughthatdoorwayiime，ifbyahedoorwaswheuallyopeoodstockstill。Forwhattheysawwasquitedifferentfromwhattheyhadexpected。
Theyhadexpectedtoseethegray，heatheryslopeofthemupanduptojoiumnsky。Instead，ablazeofsuhem。ItphthedoorwayasthelightofaJunedaypoursintewhehedoor。ItmadethedropsrassglitterlikebeadsahedirtinessofJill'stear-staihesunlightwaswhatlydidlooklikeadifferentworld—whattheycouldseeofit。Theysawsmoothturf，smhterthanJillhadeverseenbefore，andbluesky，and，dartingtsshtthattheymighthavebeenjewelsebutterflies。
Althoughshehadbeenlongingforsomethihis，Jillfeltfrightened。ShelookedatScrubb'sfadsawthathewasfrighteoo。
“eon，Pole，”hesaidihlessvoice。
“wegetback?Isitsafe?”askedJill。
Atthatmomeedfrombehiefullittlevoiowthesqueaked。“Everyoneknowsyou'rethere。DowwasthevoiceofEdithJaotohemherselfbutoheirhangers-onandtale-bearers。
“Quick!”saidScrubb。“Here。Holdhan'tgetseparated。”Aekening，hehadgrabbedherhandahroughthedoor，outoftheschoolgrounds，outofEngland，outofourwholeworldintoThatPlace。
ThesouhJackle'svoicestoppedassuddenlyasthevoitheradiowhenitisswitchedoff。Instantlytherewasaquitedifferentsoundallaboutthem。Itthhtthingsoverhead，whiowturobebirds。Theyweremakingariotouswasmuusic—ratheradvancedmusicwhi'tquitetakeihearing—thanbirds'songseverareinourworld。Yet，ihesinging，therewasasortofbaesilenbihefreshheair，madeJillthibeoophmountain。
Scrubbstillhadherbythehandandtheywerewalkingforward，staringaboutthemoneveryside。Jillsawthathugetrees，ratherlikecedarsbutbigger，grewiion。Butastheydidnotgrowclosetogether，andastherewash，thisdidalongwayioleftandright。AndasfarasJill'seyecouldreach，itwasallthesame—levelturf，dartingbirdswithyellonflyblue，orrainbowplumage，blueshadotiherewashofwindinthatchtair。Itwasaverylo。
Rightaheadtherewerenotrees:oheywentstraightonwithoutspeakingtillsuddenlyJillheardScrubbsay，“Lookout!”aherselfjerkedback。Theywereattheveryedgeofacliff。
Jillwasohoseluckypeoplewhohaveagoodheadfhts。Shedidn'tmiandingontheedgeofaprecipice。ShewasratherahScrubbfherback—“justasifIwasakid“，shesaidandshewrenchedherhandoutofhis。Whenshesahitehehadturned，shedespisedhim。
“What'sthematter?”shesaid。Andtoshowthatshewasnotafraid，shestoodveryheedgeindeed;infact，agooddealhahenshelookeddown。
ShehatScrubbhadsomeexcusefwhite，fornoourworldistobeparedwiththis。Imagihetophestcliffyouknow。Andimagineyourselflookingdowtom。Andtheheprecipibelowthat，asfaragaiimesasfar，twentytimesasfar。Andwhenyou'velookeddownallthatdistanelittlewhitethingsthatmight，atfirstglaakepresentlyyourealizethattheyareotlittlewreathsofmistbuttheenormouswhite，puffycloudswhicharethemselvesasbigasmostmountains。Andatlast，ihoseclouds，yougetylimpseoftherealbottom，sofarawaythatyouakeoutwhetherit'sfieldorwood，orlaherbelowthosecloudsthahem。
Jillstaredatit。Thethatperhaps，afterall，shewouldstepbatheedge;butshedidn'tliketoforfearofwhatScrubbwouldthink。Thenshesuddeshedidn'tcarewhathethought，andthatshewouldjollywellgetawayfromthatheandneverlaughatalikisagairiedtomove，shefoundshe&#sseemedtohaveturoputty。Everythingwasswimmingbeforehereyes。
“Whatareyoudoing，Pole?eback-blitheri!”shoutedScrubb。Buthisvoiceseemedtohealongwayoff。Shefelthimgrabbibynowshehadnotroloverherownarmsaherewasamoment&#onthecliffedge。Jillwasthtenedanddizzytokshewasdoing，buttwothingssherememberedasloheyofteoherindreams）。OshehadwrenchedherselffreeofScrubb'sclutches;theotherwasthat，atthesamemoment，Scrubbhimself，withaterrifiedscream，hadlosthisbalanehurtlihs。
Fortunately，shewasgivehishehaddone。Somehuge，brightlyalhadrushedtotheedgeofthecliff。Itwaslyingdown，leahiswastheoddthing）blowing。N，butjustblowingfromitswide-opeh;blowingoutassteadilyasavaersu。Jillwaslyingsoclosetothecreaturethatshecouldfeelthebreathvibratihroughitsbody。Shewaslyingstillbecauseshe'tgetup。Shewasnearlyfainting:indeed，shewishedshecouldreallyfaint，butfaintsdon'tefortheasking。Atlastshesaher，atinyblackspegawayfromthedslightlyupwards。Asitrose，italsogotfartheraway。Bythetimeitwasnearlyohecliff-topitwassofaroffthatshelostsightofit。Itwasobviouslymovingawayfromthematagreatspeed。Jill'thelpthinkingthatthecreatureathersideay。
Sosheturnedahecreature。It