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ered back； slipped； and sat down。 And it was sheer bad luck that he sat down on the pile of thistles。 〃And anyway；〃 as the Warthog said； 〃quite a lot of honey has got into the creature's mouth and that's bound to have done it some good。〃 They were really getting quite fond of their strange pet and hoped that Aslan would allow them to keep it。 The cleverer ones were quite sure by now that at least some of the noises which came out of his mouth had a meaning。 They christened him Brandy because he made that noise so often。
In the end； however； they had to leave him there for the night。 Aslan was busy all that day instructing the new King and Queen and doing other important things； and could not attend to 〃poor old Brandy〃。 What with the nuts； pears； apples； and bananas that had been thrown in to him； he did fairly well for supper； but it wouldn't be true to say that he passed an agreeable night。
〃Bring out that creature；〃 said Aslan。 One of the Elephants lifted Uncle Andrew in its trunk and laid him at the Lion's feet。 He was too frightened to move。
〃Please； Aslan；〃 said Polly； 〃could you say something to…to unfrighten him？ And then could you say something to prevent him from ever ing back here again？〃
〃Do you think he wants to？〃 said Aslan。
〃Well； Aslan；〃 said Polly； 〃he might send someone else。 He's so excited about the bar off the lamp…post growing into a lamp…post tree and he thinks…〃
〃He thinks great folly； child；〃 said Aslan。 〃This world is bursting with life for these few days because the song with which I called it into life still hangs in the air and rumbles in the ground。 It will not be so for long。 But I cannot tell that to this old sinner； and I cannot fort him either； he has made himself unable to hear my voice。 If I spoke to him； he would hear only growlings and roarings。 Oh Adam's sons； how cleverly you defend yourselves against all that might do you good！ But I will give him the only gift he is still able to receive。〃
He bowed his great head rather sadly； and breathed into the Magician's terrified face。 〃Sleep；〃 he said。 〃Sleep and be separated for some few hours from all the torments you have devised for yourself。〃 Uncle Andrew immediately rolled over with closed eyes and began breathing peacefully。
〃Carry him aside and lay him down；〃 said Aslan。 〃Now； dwarfs！ Show your smith…craft。 Let me see you make two crowns for your King and Queen。〃
More Dwarfs than you could dream of rushed forward to the Golden Tree。 They had all its leaves stripped off； and some of its branches torn off too； before you could say Jack Robinson。 And now the children could see that it did not merely look golden but was of real； soft gold。 It had of course sprung up from the half…sovereigns which had fallen out of Uncle Andrew's pocket when he was turned upside down； just as the silver had grown up from the half…crowns。 From nowhere； as it seemed； piles of dry brushwood for fuel； a little anvil； hammers； tongs； and bellows were produced。 Next moment （how those dwarfs loved their work！） the fire was blazing； the bellows were roaring； the gold was melting； the hammers were clinking。 Two Moles； whom Aslan had set to dig （which was what they liked best） earlier in the day； poured out a pile of precious stones at the dwarfs' feet。 Under the clever fingers of the little smiths two crowns took shape…not ugly； heavy things like modern European crowns； but light； delicate； beautifully shaped circles that you could really wear and look nicer by wearing。 The King's was set with rubies and the Queen's with emeralds。
When the crowns had been cooled in the river Aslan made Frank and Helen kneel before him and he placed the crowns on their heads。 Then he said； 〃Rise up King and Queen of Narnia； father and mother of many kings that shall be in Narnia and the Isles and Archenland。 Be just and merciful and brave。 The blessing is upon you。〃
Then everyone cheered or bayed or neighed or trumpeted or clapped its wings and the royal pair stood looking solemn and a little shy； but all the nobler for their shyness。 And while Digory was still cheering he heard the deep voice of Aslan beside him； saying：
〃Look！〃
Everyone in that crowd turned its head； and then everyone drew a long breath of wonder and delight。 A little way off； towering over their heads； they saw a tree which had certainly not been there before。 It must have grown up silently； yet swiftly as a flag rises when you pull it up on a flagstaff； while they were all busied about the coronation。 Its spreading branches seemed to cast a light rather than a shade； and silver apples peeped out like stars from under every leaf。 But it was the smell which came from it； even more than the sight； that had made everyone draw in their breath。 For a moment one could hardly think about anything else。
〃Son of Adam；〃 said Aslan； 〃you have sown well。 And you； Narnians； let it be your first care to guard this Tree； for it is your Shield。 The Witch of whom I told you has fled far away into the North of the world； she will live on there； growing stronger in dark Magic。 But while that Tree flourishes she will never e down into Narnia。 She dare not e within a hundred miles of the Tree； for its smell； which is joy and life and health to you； is death and horror and despair to her。〃
Everyone was staring solemnly at the Tree when Aslan suddenly swung round his head （scattering golden gleams of light from his mane as he did so） and fixed his large eyes on the children。 〃What is it； children？〃 he said； for he caught them in the very act of whispering and nudging one another。
〃Oh…Aslan； sir；〃 said Digory； turning red； 〃I forgot to tell you。 The Witch has already eaten one of those apples； one of the same kind that Tree grew from。〃 He hadn't really said all he was thinking； but Polly at once said it for him （Digory was always much more afraid than she of looking a fool。）
〃So we thought； Aslan；〃 she said； 〃that there must be some mistake； and she can't really mind the smell of those apples。〃
〃Why do you think that； Daughter of Eve？〃 asked the Lion。 '
〃Well； she ate one。〃
〃Child；〃 he replied； 〃that is why all the rest are now a horror to her。 That is what happens to those who pluck and eat fruits at the wrong time and in the wrong way。 The fruit is good； but they loathe it ever after。〃
〃Oh I see；〃 said Polly。 〃And I suppose because she took it in the wrong way it won't work for her。 I mean it won't make her always young and all that？〃
〃Alas；〃 said Aslan； shaking his head。 〃It will。 Things always work according to their nature。 She has won her heart's desire； she has unwearying strength and endless days like a goddess。 But length of days with an evil heart is only length of misery and already she begins to know it。 All get what they want； they do not always like it。〃
〃I…I nearly ate one myself； Aslan；〃 said Digory。 〃Would I…〃
〃You would； child；〃 said Aslan。 〃For the fruit always works…it must work…but it does not work happily for any who pluck it at their own will。 If any Narnian； un