Then two wonders happened at the same moment. One was that the voice was suddenly joined by the other voices； more voices than you could possibly count. They were in harmony with it， but far higher up the scale： cold， tingling， silvery voices. The second wonder was that the blackness overhead， all at once， was blazing with stars. They didn’t come out gently one by one， as they do on a summer evening. One moment there had been nothing but darkness； next moment a thousand， thousand points of light leapt out.single stars， constellations， and planets， brighter and bigger than any in our world. There were no clouds. The new stars and the new voices began at exactly the same time. If you had seen and heard it， as Digory did， you would have felt quite certain that it was the stars themselves which were singing， and that it was the First Voice， the deep one， which had made them appear and made them sing.
“Glory be！” said the Cabby. “I‘d ha’ been a better man all my life if I‘d known there were things like this.”
The Voice on the earth was now louder and more triumphant； but the voices in the sky， after singing loudly with it for a time， began to get fainter. And now something else was happening.
