“Let go！ Let go！” screamed Polly. “I’m not touching you！” said Digory.
Then their heads came out of the pool and， once more， the sunny quietness of the Wood between the Worlds was all about them， and it seemed richer and warmer and more peaceful than ever after the staleness and ruin of the place they had just left. I think that， if they had been given the chance， they would again have forgotten who they were and where they came from and would have lain down and enjoyed themselves， half asleep， listening to the growing of the trees. But this time there was something that kept them as wide.awake as possible： for as soon as they had got out on to the grass， they found that they were not alone. The Queen， or the Witch （whichever you like to call her） had come up with them， holding on fast by Polly‘s hair. That was why Polly had been shouting out “Let go！”
