More Dwarfs than you could dream of rushed forward to the Golden Tree. They had all its leaves stripped off， and some of its branches torn off too， before you could say Jack Robinson. And now the children could see that it did not merely look golden but was of real， soft gold. It had of course sprung up from the half.sovereigns which had fallen out of Uncle Andrew‘s pocket when he was turned upside down； just as the silver tree had grown up from the half.crowns. From nowhere， as it seemed， piles of dry brushwood for fuel， a little anvil， hammers， tongs， and bellows were produced. Next moment （how those dwarfs loved their work！） the fire was blazing， the bellows were roaring， the gold was melting， the hammers were clinking. Two Moles， whom Aslan had set to dig （which was what they liked best） earlier in the day， poured out a pile of precious stones at the dwarfs’ feet. Under the clever fingers of the little smiths two crowns took shape.not ugly， heavy things like modern European crowns， but light， delicate， beautifully shaped circles that you could really wear and look nicer by wearing. The King‘s was set with rubies and the Queen’s with emeralds.
