“That is easy，” said Mr Tumnus. “That country and this country.all the real countries.are only spurs jutting out from the great mountains of Aslan. We have only to walk along the ridge， upward and inward， till it joins on. And listen！ There is King Frank’s horn： we must all go up.”
And soon they found themselves all walking together. and a great， bright procession it wa s.up towards mountains higher than you could see in this world even if they were there to be seen. But there was no snow on those mountains： there were forests and green slopes and sweet orchards and flashing waterfalls， one above the other， going up for ever. And the land they were walking on grew narrower all the time， with a deep valley on each side： and across that valley the land which was the real England grew nearer and nearer.
The light ahead was growing stronger. Lucy saw that a great series of many.coloured cliffs led up in front of themke a giant‘s staircase. And then she forgot everything else， ecause Aslan himself was coming， leaping down from cliff o cliff like a living cataract of power and beauty.
