“One word， Ma’am，” he said， coming back from the fire； mping， because of the pain. “One word. All you‘ve been aying is quite right， I shouldn’t wonder. I‘m a chap who ways liked to know the worst and then put the best face I an on it. So I won’t deny any of what you said. But there‘s ne thing more to be said， even so. Suppose we have only reamed， or made up， all those things.trees and grass and un and moon and stars and Aslan himself. Suppose we ave. Then all I can say is that， in that case， the made.up hings seem a good deal more important than the real ones. uppose this black pit of a kingdom of yours is the only orld. Well， it strikes me as a pretty poor one. And that’s a nny thing， when you come to think of it. We‘re just babies aking up a game， if you’re right. But four babies playing game can make a play.world which licks your real world ollow. That‘s why I’m going to stand by the play.world. I‘m n Aslan’s side even if there isn‘t any Aslan to lead it. I’m oing to live as like a Narnian as I can even if there isn‘t any arnia. So， thanking you kindly for our supper， if these two entlemen and the young lady are ready， we’re leaving your ourt at once and setting out in the dark to spend our lives oking for the Overland. Not that our lives will be very ng， I should think； but that‘s a small loss if the world’s as ull a place as you say.”
