Last week our family finished go-round number two through the Chronicles of Narnia. This time it was particularly fun to watch Andrew develop an understanding of the people and places of Lewis’ world.
David read this passage from the last chapter of The Last Battle: “And what came was the last thing he had expected: a little, sleek, bright-eyed Talking Mouse with a red feather stuck in a circlet on its head and its left paw resting on a long sword.” At this point I saw Andrew’s eyes grow wide and he mouthed at me silently, “REEPICHEEP!”. What a glorious thing to have such a friendship with a fictional, courageous, noble mouse, that you are happy to “see” him after some time.
And here — for your enjoyment and mine — is the great reunion of the Narnian friends:
Everyone you had ever heard of (if you knew the history of those countries) seemed to be there. There was Glimfeather the Owl and Puddleglum the Marsh-Wiggle, and King Rilian the Disenchanted, and his mother the Star’s daughter and his great father Caspian himself. And close beside him were the Lord Drinian and the Lord Berne and Trumpkin the Dwarf and Truffle-hunter the good badger with Glenstorm the Centaur and a hundred other heroes of the great War of Deliverance. And then from another side came Cor the King of Archenland with King Lune his father and his wife Queen Aravis and the brave Prince Corin Thunder-Fist, his brother, and Bree the Horse and Hwin the Mare. And then — which was a wonder beyond all wonders to Tirian — there came from further away in the past, the two good Beavers and Tumnus the Faun. And there was greeting and kissing and hand-shaking and old jokes revived, (you’ve no idea how good an old joke sounds when you take it out again after a rest of five or six hundred years)….