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There Is No Other Stream by C. S. Lewis

“Although the sight of water made her feel ten times thirstier than before, she didn’t rush forward and drink. She stood as still as if she had been turned into stone, with her mouth wide open. And she had a very good reason; just on this side of the stream lay the lion.

It lay with its head raised and its two fore-paws out in front of it, like the lions in Trafalgar Square. She knew at once that it had seen her, for it eyes looked straight into hers for a moment and then turned away– as if it knew her quite well and didn’t think much of her.

‘If I run away, it’ll be after me in a moment,’ thought Jill. ‘And if I go on, I shall run straight into its mouth.’ Anyway, she couldn’t have moved if she had tried, and she couldn’t take her eyes off it.

How long this lasted, she could not be sure; it seemed like hours. And the thirst became so bad that she almost felt she would not mind being eaten by the lion if only she could be sure of getting a mouthful of water first.

‘If you’re thirsty, you may drink.’

They were the first words she had heard since Scrubb had spoken to her on the edge of the cliff. For a second she stared here and there, wondering who had spoken.

Then the voice said again, ‘If you are thirsty, come and drink,’ and of course she remembered what Scrubb had said about animals talking in that other world, and realized that it was the lion speaking.

Anyway, she had seen its lips move this time, and the voice was not like a man’s. It was deeper, wilder, and stronger; a sort of heavy, golden voice. It did not make her any less frightened than she had been before, but it made her frightened in a rather different way.

‘Are you not thirsty?’ said the Lion.

‘I’m dying of thirst,’ said Jill

‘Then drink,’ said the Lion.

‘May I—could I—would you mind going away while I do?’ said Jill.

The Lion answered this only by a look and a very low growl. And as Jill gazed at its motionless bulk, she realized that she might as well have asked the whole mountain to move aside for her convenience. The delicious rippling noise of the stream was driving her nearly frantic.

‘Will you promise not to—do anything to me, if I do come?’ said Jill.

‘I make no promise,’ said the Lion.

‘Do you eat girls?’ she said.

‘I have swallowed up girls and boys, women and men, kings and emperors, cities and realms,’ said the Lion. It didn’t say this as if it were boasting, nor as if it were sorry, nor as if it were angry. It just said it.

‘I daren’t come and drink,’ said Jill.

‘Then you will die of thirst,’ said the Lion.

‘Oh dear!’ said Jill, coming another step nearer. ‘I suppose I must go and look for another stream then.’

‘There is no other stream,’ said the Lion.”

–C.S. Lewis, The Silver Chair

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  • steve walsh May 5, 2019, 4:52 AM

    Such wonderful stories and lessons. Lewis is a treasure.
    They don’t write them like that any more.

  • Flyover May 5, 2019, 6:44 AM

    “It was deeper, wilder, and stronger; a sort of heavy, golden voice.”

    I’ve always loved that sentence.
    I see those books on our bookshelves across the room. It may be time to read them again.

  • Richard May 5, 2019, 7:23 AM

    Image being in the same club-room with C.S. Lewis, J.R Tolkien and Charles Williams during one of their chinwags. Don’t make ’em like that anymore.

  • leelu May 5, 2019, 9:26 AM

    The only way out is through.

  • Kurt Miller May 5, 2019, 11:58 AM

    “There is a river whose streams shall make glad the City of God…” (Psalm 46:4)

    “Jesus answered and said to her, ‘Whoever drinks of this water will thirst again, but whoever drinks of the water that I shall give him will never thirst. But that water that I will five him will become in him a fountain of water springing up to everlasting life.'” (John 4:13-14)

    God will not leave us orphans. God will not leave us thirsty…there is a River…

  • Sally Dungan May 5, 2019, 4:59 PM

    Lord, to whom shall we turn for you alone have the Words of Eternal Life?

  • AesopFan May 6, 2019, 2:00 PM

    My 10 year old grand-daughter recently asked to take my collection of Narnia books home with her.
    Which is, of course, why I saved them.