“It was rather hard luck on them， all the same，” said he. “I had forgotten that you are only a common boy. Howshould you understand reasons of State？ You must learn， child， that what would be wrong for you or for any of thecommon people is not wrong in a great Queen such as I. The weight of the world is on our shoulders. We must be freed from all rules. Ours is a high and lonely destiny.”
Digory suddenly remembered that Uncle Andrew had used exactly the same words. But they sounded much grander when Queen Jadis said them； perhaps because Uncle Andrew was not seven feet tall and dazzlingly beautiful.
“And what did you do then？” said Digory.
“I had already cast strong spells on the hall where the images of my ancestors sit. And the force of those spells was that I should sleep among them， like an image myself， and need neither food nor fire， though it were a thousand years， till one came and struck the bell and awoke me.”
“Was it the Deplorable Word that made the sun like that？” asked Digory.
“Like what？” said Jadis.
“So big， so red， and so cold.”
“It has always been so，” said Jadis. “At least， for hundreds of thousands of years. Have you a different sort of sun in your world？”