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CHAPTER FOURTEEN
THE PLANTING OF THE TREE "WELL done," said Aslan in a voice that made the earth shake. Then Digory knew that all the Narnians had heard those words and that the story of them would be handed down from father to son in that new world for hundreds of years and perhaps forever. But he was in no danger of feeling conceited for he didnt think about it at all now that he was face to face with Aslan. This time he found he could look straight into the Lions eyes. He had forgotten his troubles and felt absolutely content.
"Well done, son of Adam," said the Lion again. "For this fruit you have hungered and thirsted and wept. No hand but yours shall sow the seed of the Tree that is to be the protection of Narnia. Throw the apple towards the river bank where the ground is soft.”
Digory did as he was told. Everyone had grown so quiet that you could hear the soft thump where it fell into the mud.
"It is well thrown," said Aslan. "Let us now proceed to the Coronation of King Frank of Narnia and Helen his Queen.”
The children now noticed these two for the first time. They were dressed in strange and beautiful clothes, and from their shoulders rich robes flowed out behind them to where four dwarfs held up the Kings train and four rivernymphs the Queens. Their heads were bare; but Helen had let her hair down and it made a great improvement in her appearance.
But it was neither hair nor clothes that made them look so different from their old selves.
Their faces had a new expression, especially the Kings. All the sharpness and cunning and quarrelsomeness which he had picked up as a London cabby seemed to have been washed away, and the courage and kindness which he had always had were easier to see.
Perhaps it was the air of the young world that had done it, or talking with Aslan, or both.
"Upon my word," whispered Fledge to Polly. "My old masters been changed nearly as much as I have! Why, hes a real master now.”
"Yes, but dont buzz in my ear like that," said Polly. "It tickles so.”
"Now," said Aslan, "some of you undo that tangle you have made with those trees and let us see what we shall find there.”
Digory now saw that where four trees grew close together their branches had all been laced together or tied together with switches so as to make a sort of cage. The two Elephants with their trunks and a few dwarfs with their little axes soon got it all undone.
There were three things inside. One was a young tree that seemed to be made of gold; the
second was a young tree that seemed to be made of silver; but the third was a miserable object in muddy clothes, sitting hunched up between them.