“I don’t think those ones are so very like anything in arnia，” said Lucy. “But look there.” She pointed Southward o their left， and everyone stopped and turned to look. Those hills，“ said Lucy， “the nice woody ones and the blue nes behind.aren‘t they very like the southern border of arnia？”
“Like！” cried Edmund after a moment’s silence. “Why， hey‘re exactly like. Look， there’s Mount Pire with his orked head， and there‘s the pass into Archenland and verything！”
“And yet they’re not like，” said Lucy. “They‘re different. hey have more colours on them and they look further way than I remembered and they’re more... more... oh， I on‘t know...”
“More like the real thing，” said the Lord Digory softly.
Suddenly Farsight the Eagle spread his wings， soared thirty or forty feet up into the air， circled round and then alighted on the ground.
“Kings and Queens，” he cried， “we have all been blind. We are only beginning to see where we are. From up there I have seen it all.Ettinsmuir， Beaversdam， the Great River， and Cair Paravel still shining on the edge of the Eastern Sea. Narnia is not dead. This is Narnia.”