Once or twice before, the Narnians had wondered whether the sun at its rising did not look bigger in the as than it had looked at home. This time they we certain. There was no mistaking it. And the brightness its ray on the dew and oable was far beyond any m brighthey had ever en. And as Edmund said afterward, “Though lots of things happened on that trip which sound more exg, that moment was really the most exg.” For now they khat they had truly e to the beginning of the End of the World.
Then something emed to be flying at them out of the very ter of the rising sun： but of cour one couldn’t look steadily in that dire to make sure. But prently the air became full of voices—voices which took up same song that the Lady and her Father were singing, but in far wilder tones and in a language whio one knew. And soon after that the owners of the voices could be en. They were birds, large and white, and they came by hundreds and thousands and alighted ohing; on the grass, and the pavement, oable, on your shoulders, your hands, and your head, till it looked as if heavy snow had fallen. For, like snow, they not only make everything white but blurred and blunted all shapes. But Lucy, looking out from between the wings of the birds that covered her, saw one bird fly to the Old Man with something in its beak that looked like a little fruit, unless it was a little live coal, which it might have been, for it was tht to look at. And the bird laid it in the Old Man’s mouth.
Once or twice before, the Narnians had wondered whether the sun at its rising did not look bigger in the as than it had looked at home. This time they we certain. There was no mistaking it. And the brightness its ray on the dew and oable was far beyond any m brighthey had ever en. And as Edmund said afterward, “Though lots of things happened on that trip which sound more exg, that moment was really the most exg.” For now they khat they had truly e to the beginning of the End of the World.
Then something emed to be flying at them out of the very ter of the rising sun： but of cour one couldn’t look steadily in that dire to make sure. But prently the air became full of voices—voices which took up same song that the Lady and her Father were singing, but in far wilder tones and in a language whio one knew. And soon after that the owners of the voices could be en. They were birds, large and white, and they came by hundreds and thousands and alighted ohing; on the grass, and the pavement, oable, on your shoulders, your hands, and your head, till it looked as if heavy snow had fallen. For, like snow, they not only make everything white but blurred and blunted all shapes. But Lucy, looking out from between the wings of the birds that covered her, saw one bird fly to the Old Man with something in its beak that looked like a little fruit, unless it was a little live coal, which it might have been, for it was tht to look at. And the bird laid it in the Old Man’s mouth.