Thursday, May 03, 2012

On the edge

They were on the very edge of a cliff.

She felt him grabbing at her.

There was a moment's struggling on the cliff edge.  Jill was too frightened and dizzy to know quite what she was doing, but two things she remembered as long as she lived (they often came back to her in dreams).  One was that she had wrenched herself free of Scrubb's clutches; the other was that, at the same moment, Eustace himself, with a terrified scream, had lost his balance and gone hurtling to the depths.


"Human Child," said the Lion.  "Where is the boy?"

"He fell over the cliff," said Jill, and added, "Sir."

"How did he come to do that, Human Child?"

"He was trying to stop me from falling, Sir."

"Why were you so near the edge, Human Child?"

"I was showing off, Sir."

"That is a very good answer, Human Child.  Do so no more.  And now" (here for the first time the Lion's face became a little less stern) "the Boy is safe.  I have blown him to Narnia."

Inspired by Sarah.  
I've been thinking a lot about this passage, from "The Silver Chair": about being on the edge, and Who is there to catch me when I fall.


  1. Ooooo, this such a good little passage! Thanks for sharing!

  2. Sigh. Just reading. Absolutely perfect.
    Thanks for the shout out. :)

  3. I love this book... and I think I know what I am going to dig out of my shelf tonight. I also followed the link to Sarah's post and it got me in a reflective mood, too.