CHAPTER FOUR THE BELL AND THE HAMMER (第1/2页)

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THERE was no doubt about the Magic this time．Down and down they rushed，first through darkness and then through a mass of vague and whirling shapes which might have been almost anything．It grew lighter．Then suddenly they felt that they were standing on something solid．A moment later everything came into focus and they were able to look about them．

“What a queer place ！”said Digory．

“I don’t like it，”said Polly with something like a shudder．

What they noticed first was the light．It wasn’t like sunlight， and it wasn’t like electric light，or lamps，or candles，or any other light they had ever seen．It was a dull，rather red light，not at all cheerful．It was steady and did not flicker．They were standing on a flat paved surface and buildings rose all around them．There was no roof overhead；they were in a sort of courtyard．The sky was extraordinarily dark-a blue that was almost black．When you had seen that sky you wondered that there should be any light at all．

“It’s very funny weather here，”said Digory．“I wonder if we’ve arrived just in time for a thunderstorm；or an eclipse．”

“I don’t like it，”said Polly．

Both of them，without quite knowing why，were talking in whispers．And though there was no reason why they should still go on holding hands after their jump，they didn’t let go．

The walls rose very high all round that courtyard．They had many great windows in them，windows without glass，through which you saw nothing but black darkness．Lower down there were great pillared arches，yawning blackly like the mouths of railway tunnels．It was rather cold．

The stone of which everything was built seemed to be red，but that might only be because of the curious light．It was obviously very old．Many of the flat stones that paved the courtyard had cracks across them．None of them fitted closely together and the sharp corners were all worn off．One of the arched doorways was half filled up with rubble．The two children kept on turning round and round to look at the different sides of the courtyard．One reason was that they were afraid of somebody-or something-looking out of those windows at them when their backs were turned．

“Do you think anyone lives here ？”said Digory at last，still in a whisper．

“No，”said Polly．“It’s all in ruins．We haven’t heard a sound since we came．”

“Let’s stand still and listen for a bit，”suggested Digory．

They stood still and listened，but all they could hear was the thump-thump of their own hearts．This place was at least as quiet as the Wood between the Worlds．But it was a different kind of quietness．The silence of the Wood had been rich and warm（you could almost hear the trees growing）and full of life：this was a dead，cold，empty silence．You couldn’t imagine anything growing in it．

“Let’s go home，”said Polly．

“But we haven’t seen anything yet，”said Digory．“Now we’re here，we simply must have a look round．”

“I’m sure there’s nothing at all interesting here．”

“There’s not much point in finding a magic ring that lets you into other worlds if you’re afraid to look at them when you’ve got there．”

“Who’s talking about being afraid ？”said Polly，letting go of Digory’s hand．

“I only thought you didn’t seem very keen on exploring this place．”

“I’ll go anywhere you go．”

“We can get away the moment we want to，”said Digory．“Let’s take off our green rings and put them in our right-hand pockets． All we’ve got to do is to remember that our yellow are in our left-hand pockets．You can keep your hand as near your pocket as you like，but don’t put it in or you’ll touch your yellow and vanish．”

They did this and went quietly up to one of the big arched doorways which led into the inside of the building．And when they stood on the threshold and could look in，they saw it was not so dark inside as they had thought at first．It led into a vast，shadowy hall which appeared to be empty；but on the far side there was a row of pillars with arches between them and through those arches there streamed in some more of the same tired-looking light．They crossed the hall，walking very carefully for fear of holes in the floor or of anything lying about that they might trip over．It seemed a long walk．When they had reached the other side they came out through the arches and found themselves in another and larger courtyard．

“That doesn’t look very safe，”said Polly，pointing at a place where the wall bulged outward and looked as if it were ready to fall over into the courtyard．In one place a pillar was missing between two arches and the bit that came down to where the top of the pillar ought to have been hung there with nothing to support it．Clearly，the place had been deserted for hundreds，perhaps thousands，of years．

“If it’s lasted till now，I suppose it’ll last a bit longer，”said Digory．“But we must be very quiet．You know a noise sometimes brings things down-like an avalanche in the Alps．”

They went on out of that courtyard into another doorway，and up a great flight of steps and through vast rooms that opened out of one another till you were dizzy with the mere size of the place． Every now and then they thought they were going to get out into the open and see what sort of country lay around the enormous palace． But each time they only got into another courtyard．They must have been magnificent places when people were still living there．In one there had once been a fountain．A great stone monster with wide-spread wings stood with its mouth open and you could still see a bit of piping at the back of its mouth，out of which the water used to pour．Under it was a wide stone basin to hold the water；but it was as dry as a bone．In other places there were the dry sticks of some sort of climbing plant which had wound itself round the pillars and helped to pull some of them down．But it had died long ago．And there were no ants or spiders or any of the other living things you expect to see in a ruin；and where the dry earth showed between the broken flagstones there was no grass or moss．

It was all so dreary and all so much the same that even Digory was thinking they had better put on their yellow rings and get back to the warm，green，living forest of the In-between place，when they came to two huge doors of some metal that might possibly be gold．One stood a little ajar．So of course they went to look in．Both started back and drew a long breath：for here at last was something worth seeing．

For a second they thought the room was full of people-hundreds of people，all seated，and all perfectly still．Polly and Digory，as you may guess，stood perfectly still themselves for a good long time，looking in．But presently they decided that what they were looking at could not be real people．There was not a movement nor the sound of a breath among them all．They were like the most wonderful waxworks you ever saw．

This time Polly took the lead．There was something in this room which interested her more than it interested Digory：all the figures were wearing magnificent clothes．If you were interested in clothes at all，you could hardly help going in to see them closer．And the blaze of their colours made this room look，not exactly cheerful，but at any rate rich and majestic after all the dust and emptiness of the others．It had more windows，too，and was a good deal lighter．

I can hardly describe the clothes．The figures were all robed and had crowns on their heads．Their robes were of crimson and silvery grey and deep purple and vivid green：and there were patterns，and pictures of flowers and strange beasts，in needlework all over them．Precious stones of astonishing size and brightness stared from their crowns and hung in chains round their necks and peeped out from all the places where anything was fastened．

“Why haven’t these clothes all rotted away long ago ？”asked Polly.

“Magic，”whispered Digory．“Can’t you feel it ？ I bet this whole room is just stiff with enchantments．I could feel it the moment we came in．”

“Any one of these dresses would cost hundreds of pounds，”said Polly.

But Digory was more interested in the faces，and indeed these were well worth looking at．The people sat in their stone chairs on each side of the room and the floor was left free down the middle． You could walk down and look at the faces in turn．