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IFonecouldrunwithoutgettingtired，Idon’tthinkonewouldoftenwanttodoanythingelse。Buttheremightbespecialreasonsforstopping，anditwasaspecialreasonwhichmadeEustacepresentlyshout：

“Isay!Steady!Lookwhatwe’recomingto!”

Andwellhemight。FornowtheysawbeforethemCaldronPoolandbeyondthePoolthehighunclimbablecliffsand，pouringdownthecliffs，thousandsoftonsofwatereverysecond，flashinglikediamondsinsomeplacesanddark，glassygreeninothers，theGreatWaterfall;andalreadythethunderofitwasintheirears．

“Don’tstop!Furtherupandfurtherin，”calledFarsight，tiltinghisflightalittleupwards．

“It’sallverywellforhim，”saidEustace，butJewelalsocriedout：

“Don’tstop。Furtherupandfurtherin!Takeitinyourstride。”

HisvoicecouldonlyjustbeheardabovetheroarofthewaterbutnextmomenteveryonesawthathehadplungedintothePool。Andhelter-skelterbehindhim，withsplashaftersplash，alltheothersdidthesame。Thewaterwasnotbitinglycoldasallofthem（andespeciallyPuzzle）expected，butofadeliciousfoamycoolness。TheyallfoundtheywereswimmingstraightfortheWaterfallitself．

“Thisisabsolutelycrazy，”saidEustacetoEdmund．

“Iknow。Andyet-”saidEdmund．

“Isn’titwonderful？”saidLucy。“Haveyounoticedonecan’tfeelafraid，evenifonewantsto？Tryit。”

“ByJove，neitheronecan，”saidEustaceafterhehadtried．

JewelreachedthefootoftheWaterfallfirst，butTirianwasonlyjustbehindhim。Jillwaslast，soshecouldseethewholethingbetterthantheothers。ShesawsomethingwhitemovingsteadilyupthefaceoftheWaterfall。ThatwhitethingwastheUnicorn。Youcouldn’ttellwhetherhewasswimmingorclimbing，buthemovedon，higherandhigher。Thepointofhishorndividedthewaterjustabovehishead，anditcascadedoutintworainbow-colouredstreamsallroundhisshoulders。JustbehindhimcameKingTirian。Hemovedhislegsandarmsasifhewereswimmingbuthemovedstraightupwards：asifonecouldswimupthewallofahouse．

WhatlookedfunniestwastheDogs。Duringthegalloptheyhadnotbeenatalloutofbreath，butnow，astheyswarmedandwriggledupwards，therewasplentyofsplutteringandsneezingamongthem;thatwasbecausetheywouldkeeponbarking，andeverytimetheybarkedtheygottheirmouthsandnosesfullofwater。ButbeforeJillhadtimetonoticeallthesethingsfully，shewasgoinguptheWaterfallherself。Itwasthesortofthingthatwouldhavebeenquiteimpossibleinourworld。Evenifyouhadn’tbeendrowned，youwouldhavebeensmashedtopiecesbytheterribleweightofwateragainstthecountlessjagsofrock。Butinthatworldyoucoulddoit。Youwenton，upandup，withallkindsofreflectedlightsflashingatyoufromthewaterandallmannerofcolouredstonesflashingthroughit，tillitseemedasifyouwereclimbinguplightitself-andalwayshigherandhighertillthesenseofheightwouldhaveterrifiedyouifyoucouldbeterrified，butlateritwasonlygloriouslyexciting。Andthenatlastonecametothelovely，smoothgreencurveinwhichthewaterpouredoverthetopandfoundthatonewasoutonthelevelriverabovetheWaterfall。Thecurrentwasracingawaybehindyou，butyouweresuchawonderfulswimmerthatyoucouldmakeheadwayagainstit。Soontheywereallonthebank，drippingbuthappy．

Alongvalleyopenedaheadandgreatsnow-mountains，nowmuchnearer，stoodupagainstthesky．

“Furtherupandfurtherin，”criedJewelandinstantlytheywereoffagain．

TheywereoutofNarnianowandupintotheWesternWildwhichneitherTiriannorPeternoreventheEaglehadeverseenbefore。ButtheLordDigoryandtheLadyPollyhad。“Doyouremember？Doyouremember？”theysaid-andsaiditinsteadyvoicestoo，withoutpanting，thoughthewholepartywasnowrunningfasterthananarrowflies．

“What，Lord？”saidTirian。“Isitthentrue，asstoriestell，thatyoutwojourneyedhereontheverydaytheworldwasmade？”

“Yes，”saidDigory，“anditseemstomeasifitwereonlyyesterday。”

“Andonaflyinghorse？”askedTirian。“Isthatparttrue？”

“Certainly，”saidDigory。ButtheDogsbarked，“Faster，faster!”

Sotheyranfasterandfastertillitwasmorelikeflyingthanrunning，andeventheEagleoverheadwasgoingnofasterthanthey。Andtheywentthroughwindingvalleyafterwindingvalleyandupthesteepsidesofhillsand，fasterthanever，downtheotherside，followingtheriverandsometimescrossingitandskimmingacrossmountainlakesasiftheywerelivingspeed-boats，tillatlastatthefarendofonelonglakewhichlookedasblueasaturquoise，theysawasmoothgreenhill。Itssideswereassteepasthesidesofapyramidandroundtheverytopofitranagreenwall：butabovethewallrosethebranchesoftreeswhoseleaveslookedlikesilverandtheirfruitlikegold．

“Furtherupandfurtherin!”roaredtheUnicorn，andnooneheldback。Theychargedstraightatthefootofthehillandthenfoundthemselvesrunningupitalmostaswaterfromabrokenwaverunsuparockoutatthepointofsomebay。Thoughtheslopewasnearlyassteepastheroofofahouseandthegrasswassmoothasabowlinggreen，nooneslipped。Onlywhentheyhadreachedtheverytopdidtheyslowup;thatwasbecausetheyfoundthemselvesfacinggreatgoldengates。Andforamomentnoneofthemwasboldenoughtotryifthegateswouldopen。Theyallfeltjustastheyhadfeltaboutthefruit-“Darewe？Isitright？Canitbemeantforus？”

Butwhiletheywerestandingthusagreathorn，wonderfullyloudandsweet，blewfromsomewhereinsidethatwalledgardenandthegatesswungopen．

Tirianstoodholdinghisbreathandwonderingwhowouldcomeout。Andwhatcamewasthelastthinghehadexpected：alittle，sleek，bright-eyedTalkingMousewitharedfeatherstuckinacircletonitsheadanditsleftpawrestingonalongsword。Itbowed，amostbeautifulbow，andsaidinitsshrillvoice：

“Welcome，intheLion’sname。Comefurtherupandfurtherin。”

ThenTiriansawKingPeterandKingEdmundandQueenLucyrushforwardtokneeldownandgreettheMouseandtheyallcriedout“Reepicheep!”AndTirianbreathedfastwiththesheerwonderofit，fornowheknewthathewaslookingatoneofthegreatheroesofNarnia，ReepicheeptheMousewhohadfoughtatthegreatBattleofBerunaandafterwardssailedtotheWorld’sendwithKingCaspiantheSeafarer。Butbeforehehadhadmuchtimetothinkofthishefelttwostrongarmsthrownabouthimandfeltabeardedkissonhischeeksandheardawellrememberedvoicesaying：

“What，lad？ArtthickerandtallersinceIlasttouchedthee!”

Itwashisownfather，thegoodKingErlian：butnotasTirianhadseenhimlastwhentheybroughthimhomepaleandwoundedfromhisfightwiththegiant，norevenasTirianrememberedhiminhislateryearswhenhewasagrey-headedwarrior。Thiswashisfather，youngandmerry，ashecouldjustrememberhimfromveryearlydayswhenhehimselfhadbeenalittleboyplayinggameswithhisfatherinthecastlegardenatCairParavel，justbeforebedtimeonsummerevenings。Theverysmellofthebread-and-milkheusedtohaveforsuppercamebacktohim．

Jewelthoughttohimself，“IwillleavethemtotalkforalittleandthenIwillgoandgreetthegoodKingErlian。ManyabrightapplehashegivenmewhenIwasbutacolt。”Butnextmomenthehadsomethingelsetothinkof，foroutofthegatewaytherecameahorsesomightyandnoblethatevenaUnicornmightfeelshyinitspresence：agreatwingedhorse。ItlookedamomentattheLordDigoryandtheLadyPollyandneighedout“What，cousins!”andtheybothshouted“Fledge!GoodoldFledge!”andrushedtokissit．