“I see，” she said. “This is still Narnia， and more real and ore beautiful than the Narnia down below， just as it was ore real and more beautiful than the Narnia outside the table door！ I see... world within world， Narnia within arnia...”
“Yes，” said Mr Tumnus， “like an onion： except that as you o in and in， each circle is larger than the last.”
And Lucy looked this way and that and soon found that a ew and beautiful thing had happened to her. Whatever she oked at， however far away it might be， once she had fixed er eyes steadily on it， became quite clear and close as if she ere looking through a telescope. She could see the whole outhern desert and beyond it the great city of Tashbaan： o Eastward she could see Cair Paravel on the edge of the ea and the very window of the room that had once been er own.
And far out to sea she could discover the islands， islands fter islands to the End of the World， and， beyond the nd， the huge mountain which they had called Aslan’s ountry. But now she saw that it was part of a great chain of ountains which ringed round the whole world. In front of er it seemed to come quite close.
