“Please. Just ask Professor Lewis, Megs. This book of his is different. It’s as real as Dad’s apple tree outside, as real as Mum’s flowers, surely as real as this house. I need to know where it came from.” George doesn’t have to say any more, because I realize the answer he wants means life and death to him. If my little brother needs to know where Narnia came from, I will find out. “I will ask him. I promise.”
