Long, long afterwards, without the slightest warning, an utterly strange voice spoke. They knew at once that it was not the one voice in the whole world for which each had secretly been hoping; the voice of Aslan. It was a dark, flat voice–almost, if you know what it means, a pitch black voice. It said:
“What make you here, creatures of the Overworld?”
-The Silver Chair, p.121
And thus we finished the chapter last night. Jill, Eustace, and Puddleglum had just narrowly escaped from the Happy Giants at Harfang (who planned to eat them). They ended up in a cave under the City Ruinous and then find themselves tumbling down a steep hill into the depths of the Underworld.
As the kids were getting ready for bed afterwards, ~D came up to me: “Daddy? Does it turn out OK? Is everybody OK?”
“Yes,” I said. “It turns out OK.”