Basir had just woken up from a horrible sleep. He tried to fall asleep again, and didn't get to. He slowly walked, or rather limped, out of the the room. Basir slowly started trying to find his way to where everyone was in the castle.
Hermione started walking with Queen Susan (who had reassured her to call her Susan) and asked her a question that had been troubling her for awhile. "How did you get to this, Narnia?" Hermione asked.
Susan figured that the story would get out, she just didn't know who would tell it. Susan sighed, and started telling the long tale, trying to shorten it. She would only stop when Hermione would ask a clever question. It turned out they weren't much different, both being smart, sensible, and slightly disbelieving. At least in certain senses.
__________________ “Do you not know that there comes a midnight hour when every one has to throw off his mask?
Do you believe that life will always let itself be mocked?
Do you think you can slip away a little before midnight in order to avoid this?
Or are you not terrified by it?"
~Soren Kierkegaard |