“It looks like that if you walk round it，” said Peter. “But ut your eye to that place where there is a crack between wo of the planks and look through.”
Tirian put his eye to the hole. At first he could see othing but blackness. Then， at his eyes grew used to it， he aw the dull red glow of a bonfire that was nearly going out， nd above that， in a black sky， stars. Then he could see dark gures moving about or standing between him and the fire： e could hear them talking and their voices were like those f Calormenes. So he knew that he was looking out through he stable door into the darkness of Lantern Waste where e had fought his last battle. The men were discussing hether to go in and look for Rishda Tarkaan （but none of hem wanted to do that） or to set fire to the Stable.
He looked round again and could hardly believe his yes. There was the blue sky overhead， and grassy countryspreading as far as he could see in every direction， and his new friends all round him laughing.
“It seems， then，” said Tirian， smiling himself， “that the Stable seen from within and the Stable seen from without are two different places.”
“Yes，” said the Lord Digory. “Its inside is bigger than its outside.”
