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UNCLE ANDREW and his study vanished instantly．Then， for a moment，everything became muddled．The next thing Digory knew was that there was a soft green light coming down on him from above，and darkness below．He didn’t seem to be standing on anything，or sitting，or lying．Nothing appeared to be touching him．“I believe I’m in water，”said Digory．“Or under water．”This frightened him for a second，but almost at once he could feel that he was rushing upwards．Then his head suddenly came out into the air and，he found himself scrambling ashore， out on to smooth grassy ground at the edge of a pool．
As he rose to his feet he noticed that he was neither dripping nor panting for breath as anyone would expect after being under water．His clothes were perfectly dry．He was standing by the edge of a small pool-not more than ten feet from side to side in a wood．The trees grew close together and were so leafy that he could get no glimpse of the sky．All the light was green light that came through the leaves：but there must have been a very strong sun overhead，for this green daylight was bright and warm．It was the quietest wood you could possibly imagine．There were no birds，no insects，no animals，and no wind．You could almost feel the trees growing．The pool he had just got out of was not the only pool．There were dozens of others-a pool every few yards as far as his eyes could reach．You could almost feel the trees drinking the water up with their roots．This wood was very much alive．When he tried to describe it afterwards Digory always said，“It was a rich place：as rich as plumcake．”
The strangest thing was that，almost before he had looked about him，Digory had half forgotten how he had come there．At any rate， he was certainly not thinking about Polly，or Uncle Andrew，or even his Mother．He was not in the least frightened，or excited，or curious． If anyone had asked him“ Where did you come from? ” he would probably have said，“I’ve always been here．” That was what it felt like—as if one had always been in that place and never been bored although nothing had ever happened．As he said long afterwards，“It’s not the sort of place where things happen．The trees go on growing，that’s all．”
After Digory had looked at the wood for a long time he noticed that there was a girl lying on her back at the foot of a tree a few yards away．Her eyes were nearly shut but not quite，as if she were just between sleeping and waking．So he looked at her for a long time and said nothing．And at last she opened her eyes and looked at him for a long time and she also said nothing．Then she spoke，in a dreamy，contented sort of voice．
“I think I’ve seen you before，”she said．
“I rather think so too，”said Digory．“Have you been here long ？”
“Oh，always，”said the girl．“At least-I don’t know a very long time．”
“So have I，”said Digory．
“No you haven’t，said she．“I’ve just seen you come up out of that pool．”
“Yes，I suppose I did，”said Digory with a puzzled air，“I’d forgotten．”
Then for quite a long time neither said any more．
“Look here，”said the girl presently，“I wonder did we ever really meet before ？ I had a sort of idea-a sort of picture in my head-of a boy and a girl，like us-living somewhere quite different-and doing all sorts of things．Perhaps it was only a dream．”
“I’ve had that same dream，I think，”said Digory．“About a boy and a girl，living next door-and something about crawling among rafters．I remember the girl had a dirty face．”
“Aren’t you getting it mixed ？ In my dream it was the boy who had the dirty face．”
“I can’t remember the boy’s face，”said Digory：and then added，“Hullo ！ What’s that ？”
“Why ！ it’s a guinea-pig，”said the girl．And it was-a fat guinea-pig，nosing about in the grass．But round the middle of the guinea—pig there ran a tape，and，tied on to it by the tape， was a bright yellow ring．
“Look ！ Look，”cried Digory，“The ring ！ And look ！ You’ve got one on your finger．And so have I．”
The girl now sat up，really interested at last．They stared very hard at one another，trying to remember．And then，at exactly the same moment，she shouted out“Mr. Ketterley”and he shouted out“Uncle Andrew”，and they knew who they were and began to remember the whole story．After a few minutes of hard talking they had got it straight．Digory explained how beastly Uncle Andrew had been.
“What do we do now ？”said Polly．“Take the guinea—pig and go home ？”
“There’s no hurry，”said Digory with a huge yawn．
“I think there is，”said Polly．“This place is too quiet．It’s so-so dreamy．You’re almost asleep．If we once give in to it we shall just lie down and drowse for ever and ever．”
“It’s very nice here，”said Digory．
“Yes，it is，”said Polly．
“But we’ve got to get back．”She stood up and began to go cautiously towards the guinea-pig．But then she changed her mind．
“We might as well leave the guinea-pig，”she said．“It’s perfectly happy here，and your uncle will only do something horrid to it if we take it home．”
“I bet he would，”answered Digory．“Look at the way he’s treated us．By the way，how do we get home ？”
“Go back into the pool，I expect．”
They came and stood together at the edge looking down into the smooth water．It was full of the reflection of the green，leafy branches；they made it look very deep．
“We haven’t any bathing things，”said Polly．
“We shan’t need them，silly，”said Digory．“We’re going in with our clothes on．Don’t you remember it didn’t wet us on the way up ？”
“Can you swim ？”
“A bit．Can you ？”
“Well-not much．”
“I don’t think we shall need to swim，”said Digory“We want to go down，don’t we ？”
Neither of them much liked the idea of jumping into that pool， but neither said so to the other．They took hands and said“One-Two- Three-Go”and jumped．There was a great splash and of course they closed their eyes．But when they opened them again they found they were still standing，hand in hand，in the green wood，and hardly up to their ankles in water．The pool was apparently only a couple of inches deep．They splashed back on to the dry ground．
