“You are lying，” said the Queen. “Does not Magic always go with the royal blood？ Who ever heard of common people being Magicians？ I can see the truth whether you speak it or not. Your Uncle is the great King and the great Enchanter of your world. And by his art he has seen the shadow of my face， in some magic mirror or some enchanted pool； and for the love of my beauty he has made a potent spell which shook your world to its foundations and sent you across the vast gulf between world and world to ask my favour and to bring me to him. Answer me： is that not how it was？”
“Well， not exactly，” said Digory.
“Not exactly，” shouted Polly. “Why， it’s absolute bosh from beginning to end.”
“Minions！” cried the Queen， turning in rage upon Polly and seizing her hair， at the very top of her head where it hurts most. But in so doing she let go of both the children‘s hands. “Now，” shouted Digory； and “Quick！” shouted Polly. They plunged their left hands into their pockets. They did not even need to put the rings on. The moment they touched them， the whole of that dreary world vanished from their eyes. They were rushing upward and a warm green light was growing nearer overhead.
The Beginning Of Uncle Andrew s Troubles