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Towards the end of the hymn Digory felt someone plucking at his elbow and from a general smell of brandy and cigars and good clothes he decided that it must be Uncle Andrew．Uncle Andrew was cautiously pulling him away from the others．When they had gone a little distance，the old man put his mouth so close to Digory’s ear that it tickled，and whispered：
“Now，my boy．Slip on your ring．Let’s be off．”
But the Witch had very good ears．“Fool ！”came her voice and she leaped off the horse．“Have you forgotten that I can hear men’s thoughts ？ Let go the boy．If you attempt treachery I will take such vengeance upon you as never was heard of in all worlds from the beginning．”
“And，”added Digory，“if you think I’m such a mean pig as to go off and leave Polly-and the Cabby-and the horse—in a place like this，you’re well mistaken．”
“You are a very naughty and impertinent little boy，”said Uncle Andrew．
“Hush ！”said the Cabby．They all listened．
In the darkness something was happening at last．A voice had begun to sing．It was very far away and Digory found it hard to decide from what direction it was coming．Sometimes it seemed to come from all directions at once．Sometimes he almost thought it was coming out of the earth beneath them．Its lower notes were deep enough to be the voice of the earth herself．There were no words．There was hardly even a tune．But it was，beyond comparison，the most beautiful noise he had ever heard．It was so beautiful he could hardly bear it．The horse seemed to like it too； he gave the sort of whinney a horse would give if，after years of being a cab-horse，it found itself back in the old field where it had played as a foal，and saw someone whom it remembered and loved coming across the field to bring it a lump of sugar．
“Gawd ！”said the Cabby．“Ain’t it lovely ？”
Then two wonders happened at the same moment．One was that the voice was suddenly joined by other voices；more voices than you could possibly count．They were in harmony with it， but far higher up the scale：cold，tingling，silvery voices．The second wonder was that the blackness overhead，all at once，was blazing with stars．They didn’t come out gently one by one，as they do on a summer evening．One moment there had been nothing but darkness；next moment a thousand，thousand points of light leaped out-single stars，constellations，and planets，brighter and bigger than any in our world．There were no clouds．The new stars and the new voices began at exactly the same time．If you had seen and heard it，as Digory did，you would have felt quite certain that it was the stars themselves which were singing，and that it was the First Voice，the deep one，which had made them appear and made them sing．
