The room began to swim before Tirian‘s eyes. He heard he voices of those seven people all speaking at once， and l getting fainter every second， and they were saying things ke， “Look！ It’s fading.” “It‘s melting away.” “It’s vanishing.” Next moment he was wide awake， still tied to the tree， older and stiffer than ever. The wood was full of the pale， reary light that comes before sunrise， and he was soaking et with dew； it was nearly morning.
That waking was about the worst moment he had ever ad in his life.
How Help Came To The King
Bur his misery did not last long. Almost at once there came a bump， and then a second bump， and two children were standing before him. The wood in front of him had been quite empty a second before and he knew they had not come from behind his tree， for he would have heard them. They had in fact simply appeared from nowhere.
He saw at a glance that they were wearing the same queer， dingy sort of clothes as the people in his dream； and he saw， at a second glance， that they were the youngest boy and girl out of that party of seven.
“Gosh！” said the boy， “that took one‘s breath away！ I thought.”