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“WAKE up，Digory，wake up，Fledge，”came the voice of Polly．“It has turned into a toffee tree．And it’s the loveliest morning．”
The low early sunshine was streaming through the wood and the grass was grey with dew and the cobwebs were like silver．Just beside them was a little，very dar—kwooded tree，about the size of an apple tree．The leaves were whitish and rather papery，like the herb called honesty，and it was loaded with little brown fruits that looked rather like dates．
“Hurrah ！”said Digory．“But I’m going to have a dip first．”He rushed through a flowering thicket or two down to the river’s edge． Have you ever bathed in a mountain river that is running in shallow cataracts over red and blue and yellow stones with the sun on it ？ It is as good as the sea：in some ways almost better．Of course，he had to dress again without drying but it was well worth it．When he came back，Polly went down and had her bathe；at least she said that was what she’d been doing，but we know she was not much of a swimmer and perhaps it is best not to ask too many questions．Fledge visited the river too but he only stood in midstream，stooping down for a long drink of water and then shaking his mane and neighing several times．
Polly and Digory got to work on the toffee-tree．The fruit was delicious；not exactly like toffee-softer for one thing，and juicy-but like fruit which reminded one of toffee．Fledge also made an excellent breakfast；he tried one of the toffee fruits and liked it but said he felt more like grass at that hour in the morning．Then with some difficulty the children got on his back and the second journey began．
It was even better than yesterday，partly because everyone was feeling so fresh，and partly because the newly risen sun was at their backs and，of course，everything looks nicer when the light is behind you．It was a wonderful ride．The big snowy mountains rose above them in every direction．The valleys，far beneath them，were so green，and all the streams which tumbled down from the glaciers into the main river were so blue，that it was like flying over gigantic pieces of jewellery．They would have liked this part of the adventure to go on longer than it did. But quite soon they were all sniffing the air and saying“What is it ？”and“Did you smell something ？”and“Where’s it coming from ？”For a heavenly smell，warm and golden，as if from all the most delicious fruits and flowers of the world，was coming up to them from somewhere ahead．
“It’s coming from that valley with the lake in it，”said Fledge．
“So it is，”said Digory．“And look ！ There’s a green hill at the far end of the lake．And look how blue the water is．”
“It must be the Place，”said all three．
Fledge came lower and lower in wide circles．The icy peaks rose up higher and higher above．The air came up warmer and sweeter every moment，so sweet that it almost brought the tears to your eyes．Fledge was now gliding with his great wings spread out motionless on each side，and his great hoofs pawing for the ground． The steep green hill was rushing towards them．A moment later he alighted on its slope，a little awkwardly．The children rolled off， fell without hurting themselves on the warm，fine grass，and stood up panting a little．
They were about three-quarters of the way up the hill，and set out at once to climb to the top．I don’t think Fledge could have managed this without his wings to balance him and to give him the help of aflutter now and then．）All round the very top of the hill ran a high wall of green turf．Inside the wall trees were growing． Their branches hung out over the wall；their leaves showed not only green but also blue and silver when the wind stirred them．When the travellers reached the top they walked nearly all the way round it outside the green wall before they found the gates：high gates of gold，fast shut，facing due east．
