CHAPTER FOURTEEN NIGHT FALLS ON NARNIA

THEY all stood beside Aslan，on his right side，and looked through the open doorway．

The bonfire had gone out. On the earth all was blackness： in fact you could not have told that you were looking into a wood if you had not seen where the dark shapes of the trees ended and the stars began. But when Aslan had roared yet again，out on their left they saw another black shape. That is，they saw another patch where there were no stars：and the patch rose up higher and higher and became the shape of a man，the hugest of all giants. They all knew Narnia well enough to work out where he must be standing. He must be on the high moorlands that stretch away to the North beyond the River Shribble. Then Jill and Eustace remembered how once long ago，in the deep caves beneath those moors，they had seen a great giant asleep and been told that his name was Father Time，and that he would wake on the day the world ended．

“Yes，”said Aslan，though they had not spoken.“While he lay dreaming his name was Time. Now that he is awake he will have a new one.”

Then the great giant raised a horn to his mouth. They could see this by the change of the black shape he made against the stars. After that-quite a bit later，because sound travels so slowly-they heard the sound of the horn：high and terrible，yet of a strange， deadly beauty．

Immediately the sky became full of shooting stars. Even one shooting star is a fine thing to see; but these were dozens，and then scores，and then hundreds，till it was like silver rain：and it went on and on. And when it had gone on for some while，one or two of them began to think that there was another dark shape against the sky as well as the giant’s. It was in a different place， right overhead，up in the very roof of the sky as you might call it.“Perhaps it is a cloud，”thought Edmund. At any rate，there were no stars there：just blackness. But all around，the downpour of stars went on. And then the starless patch began to grow， spreading further and further out from the centre of the sky. And presently a quarter of the whole sky was black，and then a half， and at last the rain of shooting stars was going on only low down near the horizon．

With a thrill of wonder (and there was some terror in it too) they all suddenly realized what was happening. The spreading blackness was not a cloud at all：it was simply emptiness. The black part of the sky was the part in which there were no stars left. All the stars were falling：Aslan had called them home．

The last few seconds before the rain of stars had quite ended were very exciting. Stars began falling all round them. But stars in that world are not the great flaming globes they are in ours. They are people (Edmund and Lucy had once met one). So now they found showers of glittering people，all with long hair like burning silver and spears like white-hot metal，rushing down to them out of the black air，swifter than falling stones. They made a hissing noise as they landed and burnt the grass. And all these stars glided past them and stood somewhere behind，a little to the right．

This was a great advantage，because otherwise，now that there were no stars in the sky，everything would have been completely dark and you could have seen nothing. As it was，the crowd of stars behind them cast a fierce，white light over their shoulders. They could see mile upon mile of Narnian woods spread out before them，looking as if they were floodlit. Every bush and almost every blade of grass had its black shadow behind it. The edge of every leaf stood out so sharp that you’d think you could cut your finger on it．

On the grass before them lay their own shadows. But the great thing was Aslan’s shadow. It streamed away to their left，enormous and very terrible. And all this was under a sky that would now be starless forever．

The light from behind them (and a little to their right) was so strong that it lit up even the slopes of the Northern Moors. Something was moving there. Enormous animals were crawling and sliding down into Narnia：great dragons and giant lizards and featherless birds with wings like bats’ wings. They disappeared into the woods and for a few minutes there was silence. Then there came-at first from very far off-sounds of wailing and then，from every direction，a rustling and a pattering and a sound of wings. It came nearer and nearer. Soon one could distinguish the scamper of little feet from the padding of big paws，and the clack-clack of light little hoofs from the thunder of great ones. And then one could see thousands of pairs of eyes gleaming. And at last，out of the shadow of the trees，racing up the hill for dear life，by thousands and by millions，came all kinds of creatures-Talking Beasts， Dwarfs，Satyrs，Fauns，Giants，Calormenes，men from Archenland，Monopods，and strange unearthly things from the remote islands of the unknown Western lands. And all these ran up to the doorway where Aslan stood．