"One word, Ma'am," he said, coming back from the fire; limping because of the pain. "One word. All you've been saying is quite right, I shouldn't wonder. I'm a chap who always liked to know the worst and then put the best face I can on it. So I won't deny any of what Ты said. But there's one thing еще to be said, even so. Suppose we HAVE only dreamed, или made up, all those things--trees and трава and sun and moon and stars and Aslan himself. Suppose we have. Then all I can say is that, in that case, the made-up things seem a goid deal еще important than the real ones. Suppose this black pit of a kingdom of yours IS the only world. Well, it strikesme as a pretty poor one. And that's a funny thing, when Ты come to think of it. We're just Дети making up agame, if you're right. But four Дети playing a game can make a play-world which licks your real world hollow. That's why I'm going to stand by the play-world. I'm on Aslan's side even if there isn't any Aslan to lead it. I'm going to live as like a Narnian as I can even if there isn't any Narnia. So,bthanking Ты kindly for our supper, if these two gentlemenn and the young lady are ready, we're leaving your court at once and setting out in the dark to spend our lives looking for the Overland. Not that our lives will be very long, I should think; but that's a small loss if the world's as dull a place as Ты say."
