to open moor。 this door was nearly always locked。 but there had been times when people had found it open； or perhaps there had been only one time。 but you may imagine how the memory of even one time kept people hoping； and trying the door； for if it should happen to be unlocked it would be a splendid way of getting outside the school grounds without being seen。
jill and eustace； now both very hot and very grubby from going along bent almost double under the laurels； panted up to the wall。 and there was the door； shut as usual。
〃its sure to be no good；〃 said eustace with his hand on the handle； and then； 〃o…o…oh。 by gum！！〃 for the handle turned and the door opened。
a moment before； both of them had meant to get through that doorway in double quick time； if by any chance the door was not locked。 but when the door actually opened； they both stood stock still。 for what they saw was quite different from what they had expected。
they had expected to see the grey； heathery slope of the moor going up and up to join the dull autumn sky。 instead； a blaze of sunshine met them。 it poured through the doorway as the light of a june day pours into a garage when you open the door。 it made the drops of water on the grass glitter like beads and showed up the dirtiness of jills tear…stained face。
and the sunlight was ing from what certainly did look like a different world … what they could see of it。 they saw smooth turf； smoother and brighter than jill had ever seen before； and blue sky； and； darting to and fro； things so bright that they might have been jewels or huge butterflies。
although she had been longing for something like this； jill felt frightened。 she looked at scrubbs face and saw that he was frightened too。
〃e on； pole；〃 he said in a breathless voice。
〃can we get back？ is it safe？〃 asked jill。
at that moment a voice shouted from behind； a mean； spiteful little voice。 〃now then； pole；〃 it squeaked。 〃everyone knows youre there。 down you e。〃 it was the voice of edith jackle； not one of them herself but one of their hangers…on and tale …bearers。
〃quick！〃 said scrubb。 〃here。 hold hands。 we mustnt get separated。〃 and before she quite knew what was happening； he had grabbed her hand and pulled her through the door； out of the school grounds； out of england； out of our whole world into that place。
the sound of edith jackles voice stopped as suddenly as the voice on the radio when it is switched off。 instantly there was a quite different sound all about them。 it came from those bright things overhead； which now turned out to be birds。 they were making a riotous noise； but it was much more like music … rather advanced music which you dont quite take in at the first hearing … than birds songs ever are in our world。 yet； in spite of the singing； there was a sort of background of immense silence。 that silence； bined with the freshness of the air； made jill think they must be on the top of a very high mountain。
scrubb still had her by the hand and they were walking forward； staring about them on every side。 jill saw that huge trees； rather like cedars but bigger； grew in every direction。
but as they did not grow close together； and as there was no undergrowth； this did not prevent one from seeing a long way into the forest to left and right。 and as far as jills eye could reach； it was all the same … level turf； darting birds with yellow； or dragonfly blue； or rainbow plumage； blue shadows； and emptiness。 there was not a breath of wind in that cool； bright air。 it was a very lonely forest。
right ahead there were no trees： only blue sky。 they went straight on without speaking till suddenly jill heard scrubb say； 〃look out！〃 and felt herself jerked back。 they were at the very edge of a cliff。
jill was one of those lucky people who have a good head for heights。 she didnt mind in the least standing on the edge of a precipice。 she was rather annoyed with scrubb for pulling her back … 〃just as if i was a kid〃； she said and she wrenched her hand out of his。
when she saw how very white he had turned； she despised him。
〃whats the matter？〃 she said。 and to show that she was not afraid； she stood very near the edge indeed； in fact； a good deal nearer than even she liked。 then she looked down。
she now realized that scrubb had some excuse for looking white； for no cliff in our world is to be pared with this。 imagine yourself at the top of the very highest cliff you know。 and imagine yourself looking down to the very bottom。 and then imagine that the precipice goes on below that； as far again； ten times as far； twenty times as far。 and when youve looked down all that distance imagine little white things that might； at first glance； be mistaken for sheep； but presently you realize that they are clouds … not little wreaths of mist but the enormous white； puffy clouds which are themselves as big as most mountains。 and at last； in between those clouds； you get your first glimpse of the real bottom； so far away that you cant make out whether its field or wood； or land or water： farther below those clouds than you are above them。
jill stared at it。 then she thought that perhaps； after all； she would step back afoot or so from the edge； but she didnt like to for fear of what scrubb would think。 then she suddenly decided that she didnt care what he thought； and that she would jolly well get away from that horrible edge and never laugh at anyone for not liking heights again。 but when she tried to move； she found she couldnt。 her legs seemed to have turned into putty。 everything was swimming before her eyes。
〃what are you doing； pole？ e back…blithering little idiot！〃 shouted scrubb。 but his voice seemed to he ing from a long way off。 she felt him grabbing at her。 but by now she had no control over her own arms and legs。 there was a moments struggling on the cliff edge。 jill was too frightened and dizzy to know quite what she was doing； but two things she remembered as long as she lived （they often came back to her in dreams）。 one was that she had wrenched herself free of scrubbs clutches； the other was that； at the same moment； scrubb himself； with a terrified scream； had lost his balance and gone hurtling to the depths。
fortunately； she was given no time to think over what she had done。 some huge； brightly coloured animal had rushed to the edge of the cliff。 it was lying down； leaning over； and （this was the odd thing） blowing。 not roaring or snorting； but just blowing from its wide…opened mouth； blowing out as steadily as a vacuum cleaner sucks in。 jill was lying so close to the creature that she could feel the breath vibrating steadily through its body。 she was lying still because she couldnt get up。 she was nearly fainting： indeed； she wished
she could really faint； but faints dont e for the asking。 at last she saw； far away below her； a tiny black speck floating away from the cliff and slightly upwards。 as it rose； it also got farther away。 by the time it was nearly on a level with the cliff…top it was so far off that she lost sight of it。 it was obviously moving away from them at a great speed。 jill couldnt help thinking that the creature at her side was blowing it away。
so she turned and looked at the creature。 it was a lion。
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CHAPTER TWO
小？说网
jill is given a task without a glance at jill the lion rose to its feet and gave one last blow。 then； as if satisfied with its work； it turned and stalked slowly away； back into the forest。
〃it must be a dream； it must； it must；〃 said jill to herself。 〃ill wake up in a moment。〃 but it wasnt； and she didnt。
〃i do wish wed never e to this dreadful place；〃 said jill。 〃i dont believe scrubb knew any more about it than i do。 or if he did； he had no business to bring me here without warning me what it was like。 its not my fault he fell over that cliff。 if hed left me alone we should both be all right。〃 then she remembered again the scream that scrubb had given when he fell； and burst into tears。
crying is all right in its way while it lasts。 but you have to stop sooner or later； and then you still have to decide what to do。 when jill stopped； she found she was dreadfully thirsty。 she had been lying face downward； and now she sat up。 the birds had ceased singing and there was perfect silence except for one small； persistent sound； which seemed to e from a good distance away。 she listened carefully； and felt almost sure it was the sound of running water。
jill got up and looked round her very carefully。 there was no sign of the lion； but there were so many trees about that it might easily be quite close without her seeing it。 for all she knew； there might be several lions。 but her thirst was very bad now； and she plucked up her courage to go and look for that running water。 she went on tiptoes； stealing cautiously from tree to tree； and stopping to peer round her at every step。
the wood was so still that it was not difficult to decide where the sound was ing from。 it grew clearer every moment and； sooner than she expected； she came to an open glade and saw the stream； bright as glass； running across the turf a stones throw away from her。 but altho