The Magician’s Nephew
Excerpt from Chapter Three: The Wood Between the Worlds
by C.S. Lewis
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.”