CHAPTER TEN THE MAGICIAN’S BOOK（第3/4頁）

“I will say the spell，”said Lucy．“I don’t care．I will．”

She said I don’t care because she had a strong feeling that she mustn’t.

But when she looked back at the opening words of the spell， there in the middle of the writing，where she felt quite sure there had been no picture before，she found the great face of a lion，of The Lion，Aslan himself，staring into hers．It was painted such a bright gold that it seemed to be coming towards her out of the page；and indeed she never was quite sure afterwards that it hadn’t really moved a little．At any rate she knew the expression on his face quite well．He was growling and you could see most of his teeth．She became horribly afraid and turned over the page at once．

A little later she came to a spell which would let you know what your friends thought about you．Now Lucy had wanted very badly to try the other spell，the one that made you beautiful beyond the lot of mortals．So she felt that to make up for not having said it，she really would say this one．And all in a hurry，for fear her mind would change，she said the words(nothing will induce me to tell you what they were)．Then she waited for something to happen.

As nothing happened she began looking at the pictures．And all at once she saw the very last thing she expected-a picture of a third-class carriage in a train，with two schoolgirls sitting in it． She knew them at once．They were Marjorie Preston and Anne Featherstone．Only now it was much more than a picture．It was alive．She could see the telegraph posts flicking past outside the window．Then gradually(like when the radio is“coming on”)she could hear what they were saying．

“Shall I see anything of you this term ？”said Anne，“or are you still going to be all taken up with Lucy Pevensie．”

“Don’t know what you mean by taken up，”said Marjorie．

“Oh yes，you do，”said Anne．“You were crazy about her last term．”

“No，I wasn’t，”said Marjorie．“I’ve got more sense than that. Not a bad little kid in her way．But I was getting pretty tired of her before the end of term．”

“Well，you jolly well won’t have the chance any other term ！”shouted Lucy．“Two-faced little beast．”But the sound of her own voice at once reminded her that she was talking to a picture and that the real Marjorie was far away in another world．

“Well，”said Lucy to herself，“I did think better of her than that．And I did all sorts of things for her last term，and I stuck to her when not many other girls would．And she knows it too．And to Anne Featherstone of all people ！ I wonder are all my friends the same ？ There are lots of other pictures．No．I won’t look at any more．I won’t，I won’t and with a great effort she turned over the page，but not before a large，angry tear had splashed on it．

On the next page she came to a spell“for the refreshment of the spirit．The pictures were fewer here but very beautiful．And what Lucy found herself reading was more like a story than a spell．It went on for three pages and before she had read to the bottom of the page she had forgotten that she was reading at all．She was living in the story as if it were real，and all the pictures were real too．When she had got to the third page and come to the end，she said，”That is the loveliest story I’ve ever read or ever shall read in my whole life．Oh，I wish I could have gone on reading it for ten years．At least I’ll read it over again．”

But here part of the magic of the Book came into play．You couldn’t turn back．The right-hand pages，the ones ahead，could be turned；the left-hand pages could not．

“Oh，what a shame ！”said Lucy．“I did so want to read it again．Well，at least I must remember it．Let’s see... it was about... about... oh dear，it’s all fading away again．

And even this last page is going blank．This is a very queer book．How can I have forgotten ？ It was about a cup and a sword and a tree and a green hill，I know that much．But I can’t remember and what shall I do ？”

And she never could remember；and ever since that day what Lucy means by a good story is a story which reminds her of the forgotten story in the Magician’s Book．

She turned on and found to her surprise a page with no pictures at all；but the first words were A Spell to make hidden things visible．She read it through to make sure of all the hard words and then said it out loud．And she knew at once that it was working because as she spoke the colours came into the capital letters at the top of the page and the pictures began appearing in the margins．It was like when you hold to the fire something written in Invisible Ink and the writing gradually shows up；only instead of the dingy colour of lemon juice(which is the easiest Invisible Ink)this was all gold and blue and scarlet．They were odd pictures and contained many figures that Lucy did not much like the look of．And then she thought，“I suppose I’ve made everything visible，and not only the Thumpers．There might be lots of other invisible things hanging about a place like this．I’m not sure that I want to see them all．”