“Now，” said Aslan， “some of you undo that tangle you have made with those trees and let us see what we shall find there.”
Digory now saw that where four trees grew close together their branches had all been laced together or tied together with switches so as to make a sort of cage. The two Elephants with their trunks and a few dwarfs with their little axes soon got it all undone. There were three things inside. One was a young tree that seemed to be made of gold； the second was a young tree that seemed to be made of silver； but the third was a miserable object in muddy clothes， sitting hunched up between them.
“Gosh！” whispered Digory. “Uncle Andrew！”
