“Why were they？” asked Jill. “You don‘t mean to say theyknow about Narnia？”
“Oh no， it had nothing to do with Narnia. They were on their way to Bristol. I’d only heard they were going that morning. But Edmund said they‘d be bound to be going by that train.” （Edmund was the sort of person who knows about railways.）“And what happened then？” said Jill.
“Well， it’s not very easy to describe， is it， Edmund？” said the High King.
“Not very，” said Edmund. “It wasn‘t at all like that other time when we were pulled out of our own world by Magic. There was a frightful roar and something hit me with a bang， but it didn’t hurt. And I felt not so much scared as.well， excited. Oh.and this is one queer thing. I‘d had a rather sore knee， from a hack at rugger. I noticed it had suddenly gone. And I felt very light. And then.here we were.”
“It was much the same for us in the railway carriage，” said the Lord Digory， wiping the last traces of the fruit from his golden beard. “Only I think you and I， Polly， chiefly felt that we’d been unstiffened. You youngsters won‘t understand. But we stopped feeling old.”
“Youngsters， indeed！” said Jill. “I don’t believe you two really are much older than we are here.”
