“Has your master magician， your uncle， power like mine？” asked the Queen， firmly seizing Digory‘s hand again. “But I shall know later. In the meantime， remember what you have seen. This is what happens to things， and to people， who stand in my way.”
Much more light than they had yet seen in that country was pouring in through the now empty doorway， and when the Queen led them out through it they were not surprised to find themselves in the open air. The wind that blew in their faces was cold， yet somehow stale. They were looking from a high terrace and there was a great landscape out below them.