“Great Scott！” said Peter. “So it was the horn.your own horn， Su. that dragged us all off that seat on the platform yesterday morning！ I can hardly believe it； yet it all fits in.”
“I don’t know why you shouldn‘t believe it，” said Lucy， “if you believe in magic at all. Aren’t there lots of stories about magic forcing people out of one place.out of one world. into another？ I mean， when a magician in The Arabian Nights calls up a Jinn， it has to come. We had to come， just like that.”
“Yes，” said Peter， “I suppose what makes it feel so queer is that in the stories it‘s always someone in our world who does the calling. One doesn’t really think about where the Jinn‘s coming from.”
“And now we know what it feels like for the Jinn，” said Edmund with a chuckle. “Golly！ It’s a bit uncomfortable to know that we can be whistled for like that. It‘s worse than what Father says about living at the mercy of the telephone.”
“But we want to be here， don’t we，” said Lucy， “if Aslan wants us？”
“Meanwhile，” said the Dwarf， “what are we to do？ I suppose I‘d better go back to King Caspian and tell him no help has come.”
“No help？” said Susan. “But it has worked. And here we are.”
