Blessed
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Chapter 4: Hunger and Thirst for Righteousness
Digory's stomach growled as the boy watched the ground rush away below them, Jadis standing there defiantly, still shouting at him. The last thing he had eaten that day had been the toffee fruit that morning. His mouth was dry. Ah, that cold, clear lake water, he remembered fondly.
After several hours of flight, he, Polly, and Fledge finally arrived back at the assembly. Jumping off of Fledge and facing Aslan, surrounded by all the various creatures, Digory forced out eight words, "I've brought You the apple You wanted, Sir."
"Well done," Aslan said in an earth-shaking voice, His kind eyes piercing through Digory's soul. "Well done, Son of Adam. For this fruit you have hungered and thirsted and wept. No hand but yours shall sow the seed of the Tree that is to be the protection of Narnia. Throw the apple toward the riverbank where the ground is soft."
Digory did as he had been told. A quiet thump sounded when the apple landed in the mud not far away.
"It is well thrown," Aslan praised him with a smile in His voice, making it almost a purr, if it is not disrespectful to think of a lion, the Lion, purring.
And every time Digory ate an apple, looked at the tree that had sprouted from the core of the apple he gave his mother, or even the wardrobe he had had made out of the wood of that tree after that, he always remembered the Lion's commendation.
Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for they shall be satisfied. (Matthew 5:6)
A/N: I'm so sorry I didn't update yesterday, but if you knew what my day was like...