Lewis, C S - Out Of The Silent Planet

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OUT OF THE

SILENT PLANET

C. S. LEWIS

GREAT PAN G403

First published 1938 by John Lane the Bodley Head Ltd.

This edition published 1952 by Pan Books Ltd, 8 Headfort Place, London, S.W. 1

2nd Printing 1955

3rd Printing 1956

New Edition 1960

NOTE

Certain slighting references to earlier stories of this type which will be found in the following

pages have been put there for purely dramatic purposes. The author would be sorry if any

reader supposed he was too stupid to have enjoyed Mr H. G. Wells's fantasies or too ungrateful

to acknowledge his debt to them.

THE LAST drops of the thundershower had hardly ceased falling when the Pedestrian stuffed

his map into his pocket, settled his pack more comfortably on his tired shoulders, and stepped

out from the shelter of a large chestnut tree into the middle of the road. A violent yellow sunset

was pouring through a rift in the clouds to westward, but straight ahead over the hills the sky

was the colour of dark slate. Every tree and blade of grass was dripping, and the road shone

like a river. The Pedestrian wasted no time on the landscape but set out at once with the

determined stride of a good walker who has lately realized that he will have to walk farther than

he intended. That, indeed, was his situation. If he had chosen to look back, which he did not,

he could have seen the spire of Much Nadderby, and, seeing it, might have uttered a

malediction on the inhospitable little hotel which, though obviously empty, had refused him a

bed. The place had changed hands since he last went for a walking tour in these parts. The

kindly old landlord on whom he had reckoned had been replaced by someone whom the

barmaid referred to as 'the lady,' and the lady was apparently a British innkeeper of that

orthodox school who regard guests as a nuisance. His only chance now was Sterk, on the far

side of the hills, and a good six miles away. The map marked an inn at Sterk. The Pedestrian

was too experienced to build any very sanguine hopes on this, but there seemed nothing else

within range.

He walked fairly fast, and doggedly, without looking much about him, like a man trying to

shorten the way with some interesting train of thought. He was tall, but a little round-

shouldered, about thirty-five to forty years of age, and dressed with that particular kind of

shabbiness which marks a member of the intelligentsia on a holiday. He might easily have been

mistaken for a doctor or a schoolmaster at first sight, though he had not the man-of-the-world

air of the one or the indefinable breeziness of the other. In fact, he was a philologist, and fellow

of a Cambridge college. His name was Ransom.

He had hoped when he left Nadderby that he might find a night's lodging at some friendly

farm before he had walked as far as Sterk. But the land this side of the hills seemed almost

uninhabited. It was a desolate, featureless sort of country mainly devoted to cabbage and

turnip, with poor hedges and few trees. It attracted no visitors like the richer country south of

Nadderby and it was protected by the hills from the industrial areas beyond Sterk. As the

evening drew in and the noise of the birds came to an end it grew more silent than an English

landscape usually is. The noise of his own feet on the metalled road became irritating.

He had walked thus for a matter of two miles when he became aware of a light ahead. He

was close under the hills by now and it was nearly dark, so that he still cherished hopes of a

substantial farmhouse until he was quite close to the real origin of the light, which proved to be

a very small cottage of ugly nineteenth-century brick. A woman darted out of the open

doorway as he approached it and almost collided with him.

"I beg your pardon, sir," she said. "I thought it was my Harry."

Ransom asked her if there was any place nearer than Sterk where he might possibly get a

bed.

"No, sir," said the woman. "Not nearer than Sterk. I dare say as they might fix you up at

Nadderby."

She spoke in a humbly fretful voice as if her mind were intent on something else. Ransom

explained that he had already tried Nadderby.

"Then I don't know, I'm sure, sir," she replied. "There isn't hardly any house before Sterk,

not what you want. There's only The Rise, where my Harry works, and I thought you was

coming from that way, sir, and that's why I come out when I heard you, thinking it might be

him. He ought to be home this long time."

"The Rise," said Ransom. "What's that? A farm? Would they put me up?"

"Oh no, sir. You see there's no one there now except the Professor and the gentleman from

London, not since Miss Alice died. They wouldn't do anything like that, sir. They don't even

keep any servants, except my Harry for doing the furnace like, and he's not in the house."

"What's this professor's name?" asked Ransom, with a faint hope.

"I don't know, I'm sure, sir," said the woman. "The other gentleman's Mr Devine, he is, and

Harry says the other gentleman is a professor. He don't know much about it, you see, sir, being

a little simple, and that's why I don't like him coming home so late, and they said they'd always

send him home at six o'clock. It isn't as if he didn't do a good day's work, either."

The monotonous voce and the limited range of the woman's vocabulary did not express

much emotion, but Ransom was standing sufficiently near to perceive that she was trembling

and nearly crying. It occurred to him that he ought to call on the mysterious professor and ask

for the boy to be sent home: and it occurred to him just a fraction of a second later that once he

were inside the house - among men of his own profession - he might very reasonably accept the

offer of a night's hospitality. Whatever the process of thought may have been, he found that the

mental picture of himself calling at The Rise had assumed all the solidity of a thing determined

upon. He told the woman what he intended to do.

"Thank you very much, sir, I'm sure," she said. "And if you would be so kind as to see him

out of the gate and on the road before you leave, if you see what I mean, sir. He's that

frightened of the Professor and he wouldn't come away once your back was turned, sir, not if

they hadn't sent him home themselves like."

Ransom reassured the woman as well as he could and bade her goodbye, after ascertaining

that he would find The Rise on his left in about five minutes. Stiffness had grown upon him

while he was standing still, and he proceeded slowly and painfully on his way.

There was no sign of any lights on the left of the road - nothing but the flat fields and a mass

of darkness which he took to be a copse. It seemed more than five minutes before he reached it

and found that he had been mistaken. It was divided from the road by a good hedge and in the

hedge was a white gate: and the trees which rose above him as he examined the gate were not

the first line of a copse but only a belt, and the sky showed through them. He felt quite sure

now that this must be the gate of The Rise and that these trees surrounded a house and garden.

He tried the gate and found it locked. He stood for a moment undecided, discouraged by the

silence and the growing darkness. His first inclination, tired as he felt, was to continue his

journey to Sterk: but he had committed himself to a troublesome duty on behalf of the old

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OUTOFTHESILENTPLANETC.S.LEWISGREATPANG403Firstpublished1938byJohnLanetheBodleyHeadLtd.Thiseditionpublished1952byPanBooksLtd,8HeadfortPlace,London,S.W.12ndPrinting19553rdPrinting1956NewEdition1960NOTECertainslightingreferencestoearlierstoriesofthistypewhichwillbefoundinthefollowingpageshavebeenputthe...

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