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Tirian put his eye to the hole. At first he could see nothing but blackness. Then，at his eyes grew used to it，he saw the dull red glow of a bonfire that was nearly going out，and above that，in a black sky，stars. Then he could see dark figures moving about or standing between him and the fire：he could hear them talking and their voices were like those of Calormenes. So he knew that he was looking out through the stable door into the darkness of Lantern Waste where he had fought his last battle. The men were discussing whether to go in and look for Rishda Tarkaan but none of them wanted to do that or to set fire to the stable．
He looked round again and could hardly believe his eyes. There was the blue sky overhead，and grassy country spreading as far as he could see in every direction，and his new friends all round him laughing．
“It seems，then，”said Tirian，smiling himself，“that the stable seen from within and the stable seen from without are two different places.”
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