you know perfectly well what this is a sequel of sorts to!
There is no need for sleep in Aslan’s Country, of course, but it survives regardless as one of the great pleasures of life, the ability to sink down into a downy featherbed, to bury one’s face in a cool pillow and burrow under the weight of pure white linens, the bedclothes heaped high as snow-covered hills.
So it is that Edmund sleeps, and dreams still, even here in paradise; so it is that the chill comes to him, the scent of powdered sugar on the edge of a breeze, a bright ringing of silver bells in his ears, and not the slightest fear to accompany them.
“My darling boy,” she says, her voice rich and thrilling as he remembers, “you’ve come home at last, and without your elder sister to deny us,” and when her white, white hands come alongside his face, Ed turns over in dreaming, and smiles.
I Can Treat You Better Than Her
There is no need for sleep in Aslan’s Country, of course, but it survives regardless as one of the great pleasures of life, the ability to sink down into a downy featherbed, to bury one’s face in a cool pillow and burrow under the weight of pure white linens, the bedclothes heaped high as snow-covered hills.
So it is that Edmund sleeps, and dreams still, even here in paradise; so it is that the chill comes to him, the scent of powdered sugar on the edge of a breeze, a bright ringing of silver bells in his ears, and not the slightest fear to accompany them.
“My darling boy,” she says, her voice rich and thrilling as he remembers, “you’ve come home at last, and without your elder sister to deny us,” and when her white, white hands come alongside his face, Ed turns over in dreaming, and smiles.