My very dear readers, reviewers and supporters: The visits of the German children to Narnia has come to an end; and soon is my story. This is a last short chapter.

I am stunned to all but silence by the hugely fine marks given by the latest reviews (from Treehugger and Gabenator) - I am not sure I deserve such nice reviews. However, as I said to the readers of my profile; I survived ten years of academic attempt of mind control by returning over and over to Narnia, so I guess I am marinated in it!
All praise shall of course go to C S Lewis, the original creator - only the mistakes are mine!

Stort tack också till de från mitt eget hemland som tagit sig tid att läsa alla kapitlen. Det berör!

Time for me to take us back to Germany. Beware.

BOOK

Stuttgart, early 1940

Ruth had a quick glance at the stack of paper beside her. After ending her adventures in Narnia with a huge festivitas and then withdrawing like a triumphant of old together with Aslan after having said her good byes to all and everybody, she had came back to her own Germany. No not really at all her Germany, it was now the national socialists' Germany; Nazi Germany.

After coming home she had decided to write to the Pevensies. Whether or not she could manage to get it mailed to England she did not know, but that could wait till later. After all, it had to be ready first.

In her letter she told the Four (former) Monarchs of Narnia of her quest and how it ended:

"On that same festival evening Aslan told us it was time to open the box. He did it by himself, by just breathing on it. The lead, or whatever material it was ever made of, evaporated or melted away. I do not know exactly how it happened. The box gone, its content was for all to see. It was not any jewellery or crowns of old, as we had guessed; only a large leather bound book!" Ruth wrote.

She continued with the very dialogue she had had with Aslan, after He had asked Mr. Tumnus open the Book for all to see a stunningly illuminated manuscript. In text and picture it described the very Creation of Narnia, by Aslan himself. It continued with the adventures there of Polly and Digory and the lives of the founding generation which Aslan had made; all those who built the first Narnia.

-"Yes, Ruth, you are right. This is the very tale of Creation. This books contains the story of how Narnia was sung into existence; and it explains all the Deep magic woven into the very essence of Narnia itself. Thus it tells how Frank and Helen become the first ever Rulers here, how your own lady Polly and lord Digory could pick an apple later to be the Tree of protection and make Narnia prosper for centuries; but it also tells about the Rule that if a willing being is sacrificed on the stone table, all blood of all traitors is abolished and death works backwards."

-"So this is the reason a band of foes searched for it and wanted it destroyed. So Narnia would lose contact with its past, and its inhabitants with you?

-"Indeed, brainy One!"

-"And this book was made in the very beginning of Narnian history, you say."

-"Dear heart, it is dated by the artists, writers and illuminators!

-"Yes, Aslan, it is said to have been completed in year seven. But how could they ever manage to produce something that lovely as this so early on?"

Aslan's answer was sung with a face shining from love:

-"Oh, they dearly asked me for abilities to do it!"

-"They could do this, my dear, because they wanted to make the most beautiful book in the world."

Smiling at her reminiscence of that fabulous moment, Ruth wondered what to tell the Pevensies next. That night was nothing more written, however, as Ruth was interrupted by her loving mother, calling out to her:

-"Ruth, there is a visitor here for you."

Hiding the letter she was writing in one of her father's large books, Ruth went out to curtsy in the Narnian way and greet the (not so very unexpected) stranger.

And so it came to pass all Aslan had foretold; men from Palestine had come to Germany to get as many Jewish children out of the tyranny as possible; while it was still time. And Ruth had to choose which way she wanted to go. She followed her heart.

She followed her heart – all the way to Aslan's country!

Of that we will hear everything in the epilogue.

And finally an endnote for Treehugger: I hope you loved my way of hiding what was in the box in full open sight all from the beginning :)