About half an hour later.or it might have been half a hundred years later， for time there is not like time here.Lucy stood with her dear friend， her oldest Narnianiend， the Faun Tumnus， looking down over the wall of hat garden， and seeing all Narnia spread out below. But hen you looked down you found that this hill was much igher than you had thought： it sank down with shining iffs， thousands of feet below them and trees in that lower orld looked no bigger than grains of green salt. Then she urned inward again and stood with her back to the wall nd looked at the garden.
“I see，” she said at last， thoughtfully. “I see now. This arden is like the Stable. It is far bigger inside than it was utside.”
“Of course， Daughter of Eve，” said the Faun. “The further p and the further in you go， the bigger everything gets. he inside is larger than the outside.”
Lucy looked hard at the garden and saw that it was not eally a garden at all， but a whole world， with its own rivers nd woods and sea and mountains. But they were not range： she knew them all.