“Well if we aren‘t， we have been，” said the Lady Polly. “And what has been happening since you got here？” askedEustace.
“Well，” said Peter， “for a long time （at least I suppose it was long time） nothing happened. Then the door opened.” “The door？” said Tirian.
“Yes，” said Peter. “The door you came in.or came out.
y. Have you forgotten？”
“But where is it？”
“Look，” said Peter and pointed.
Tirian looked and saw the queerest and most ridiculous hing you can imagine. Only a few yards away， clear to be een in the sunlight， there stood up a rough wooden door nd， round it， the framework of the doorway： nothing else， o walls， no roof. He walked towards it， bewildered， and he others followed， watching to see what he would do. He alked round to the other side of the door. But it looked st the same from the other side： he was still in the open r， on a summer morning. The door was simply standing up y itself as if it had grown there like a tree.
“Fair Sir，” said Tirian to the High King， “this is a great arvel.”
“It is the door you came through with that Calormeneve minutes ago，” said Peter smiling.
“But did I not come in out of the wood into the stable？ hereas this seems to be a door leading from nowhere toowhere.”
