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And still there was no change in the night or the wood， but there began to be a kind of change inside Tirian. Without knowing why，he began to feel a faint hope. And he felt somehow stronger.“Oh Aslan，Aslan，”he whispered.“If you will not come yourself，at least send me the helpers from beyond the world. Or let me call them. Let my voice carry beyond the world.”Then，hardly knowing that he was doing it，he suddenly cried out in a great voice：
“Children! Children! Friends of Narnia! Quick. Come to me. Across the worlds I call you; I Tirian，King of Narnia，Lord of Cair Paravel，and Emperor of the Lone Islands!”
And immediately he was plunged into a dream if it was a dream more vivid than any he had had in his life．
He seemed to be standing in a lighted room where seven people sat round a table. It looked as if they had just finished their meal. Two of those people were very old，an old man with a white beard and an old woman with wise，merry，twinkling eyes. He w
