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Soon they encounter Emeth; Aslan has accepted his faithful service to Tash because it was good and therefore truly done to Aslan, whereas Tash is only served by evil. They find they are in a new, "real" version of Narnia. Digory mentions Plato , whose Allegory of the Cave describes multiple levels of reality. They move up a waterfall to gates where they are greeted by Reepicheep and meet other characters from the earlier novels. They find they can see a real England, including the Pevensies' parents, parallelling the real Narnia.
Aslan tells them that the English friends of Narnia and the Pevensies' parents have all died in a train crash. Susan, who was not on the train, is the only surviving member of the family.
The series ends with the revelation that it was only the beginning of the true story, "which goes on for ever, and in which every chapter is better than the one before". Gale wrote in Galaxy Science Fiction that the book "is a delightful fantastic fable of the type which the English have excelled since—or perhaps because of— Lewis Carroll ".
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia. This article is about the novel by C. For other uses, see Last Battle disambiguation. A manuscript by Lewis, the " Outline of Narnian History ", dates major events in the Narnia world and simultaneous events in England. Since his death it has been published in books about Narnia.
Retrieved 24 July Retrieved 23 June Library of Congress Catalog Record. Celebrating the Carnegie and Greenaway Winners. Retrieved 27 February Imagination and the arts in C. University of Missouri Press. The Chronicles of Narnia. Retrieved 11 June Narnia portal Fantasy portal Children's literature portal Novels portal. The Chronicles of Narnia by C. Spirits in Bondage Dymer And let none try to fight on—not even one stroke—after I have given the retreat: And now friends, in the name of Aslan let us go forward. Out they went into the cold night.
All the great northern stars were burning above the treetops. The North-Star of that world is called the Spear-Head: For a time they could go straight towards the Spear-Head but presently they came to a dense thicket so that they had to go out of their course to get round it. And after that—for they were still overshadowed by branches—it was hard to pick up their bearings.
It was Jill who set them right again: And of course she knew her Narnian stars perfectly, having travelled so much in the wild Northern Lands, and could work out the direction from other stars even when the Spear-Head was hidden. As soon as Tirian saw that she was the best pathfinder of the three of them he put her in front. And then he was astonished to find how silently and almost invisibly she glided on before them. If she had Dryad's blood in her she could scarce do it better.
But Jill from in front said: All round them the wood was very quiet. Indeed it was far too quiet. On an ordinary Narnian night there ought to have been noises—an occasional cheery "Good night" from a hedgehog, the cry of an owl overhead, perhaps a flute in the distance to tell of Fauns dancing, or some throbbing, hammering noises from Dwarfs underground.
All that was silenced: After a time they began to go steeply uphill and the trees grew further apart. Tirian could dimly make out the well known hilltop and the stable. Jill was now going with more and more caution: Then she stopped dead still and Tirian saw her gradually sink down into the grass and disappear without a sound.
A moment later she rose again, put her mouth close to Tirian's ear, and said in the lowest possible whisper, "Get down. Tirian at once lay down, almost as silently as Jill, but not quite for he was heavier and older. And once they were down, he saw how from that position you could see the edge of the hill sharp against the star-strewn sky.
Two black shapes rose against it: He was keeping very ill watch: She had shown him exactly what he needed to know. They got up and Tirian now took the lead. Very slowly, hardly daring to breathe, they made their way up to a little clump of trees which was not more than forty feet away from the sentinel. The man started when he saw him and was just going to jump to his feet: But before he could get up, Tirian had dropped on one knee beside him, saying:. It cheers my heart to meet thee among all these beasts and devils of Narnians.
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Give me thy hand, friend. Before he well knew what was happening the Calormene sentry found his right hand seized in a mighty grip. Next instant someone was kneeling on his legs and dagger was pressed against his neck. As the man got up the point of the dagger never left his neck. It only travelled round cold and rather ticklish as Tirian got behind him and settled it at a convenient place under his ear. Tremblingly he went round to the back of the stable. With the remains of them he bound the sentry hand and foot. Finally he made him open his mouth, stuffed it full of grass and tied him up from scalp to chin so that he could make no noise, lowered the man into a sitting position and set him against the wall.
If we meet again I may happen to do thee a better turn. Now, Jewel, let us go softly. He put his left arm round the beast's neck and bent and kissed its nose and both had great joy. They went back as quietly as possible to the place where he had left the children.
It was darker in there under the trees and he nearly ran into Eustace before he saw him. They turned and had gone a few paces when Eustace said, "Where are you, Pole? It was a terrible moment. They dared not shout but they whispered her name in the loudest whispers they could manage. There was no reply. She can be as quiet as a cat; you've seen for yourself. The two humans and the Unicorn stood dead still.
There were now so many different things to worry about that they didn't know what to do. The noise of hoofs came steadily nearer. And then, quite close to them, voice whispered:. The others obeyed at once for they had already lingered long enough in that dangerous place and the dwarf drums seemed to have come a little nearer.
It was only after they had been walking southward for several minutes that Eustace said:. So I crawled along. It was as easy as anything to draw the bolt. Of course it was pitch-black inside and smelled like any other stable. Then I struck a light and—would you believe it? So I drew my knife and told him he'd have to come along with me. As a matter of fact I needn't have threatened him with the knife at all.
He was very fed up with the stable and quite ready to come—weren't you, Puzzle dear? I was jolly angry with you a moment ago, and I still think it was mean of you to sneak off without the rest of us: If she were a boy, she'd have to be knighted, wouldn't she, Sire?
Next minute there was a sound of rasping metal. It wasn't his fault. It was all the Ape. He didn't know any better. And he's very sorry. He's a nice donkey. And I've got my arms round his neck. What have you to say for yourself, Ass? The Ape said Aslan wanted me to dress up like that. And I thought he'd know. I'm not clever like him. I only did what I was told. It wasn't any fun for me living in that Stable.
He was ravenously hungry, though he hadn't thought about it till that moment. Then the swirl caught him and carried him round and round and faster and faster till it took him right under the waterfall itself, and the force of the water plunged him down, deep down, so that he thought he would never be able to hold his breath till he came up again. I am glad of your coming. In this way they went on till he had quite a good drink, which was all the better for coming in little doses, for that is more thirst-quenching than one long draught. An experienced warrior and huntsman like Tirian can always wake up at the time he wants. If he had been allowed to speak, the rule of the Ape might have ended that day; the Beasts might have seen the truth and thrown the Ape down. Read more Read less.
I don't even know what's been going on outside. He never let me out except for a minute or two at night. Some days they forgot to give me any water too. Tirian thought for a moment and then suddenly gave a great laugh out loud. Then he spoke, not this time in a whisper. Certainly we will meet them. We will meet anyone now. We have this Ass to show them. Let them see the thing they have feared and bowed to. We can show them the truth of the Ape's vile plot. Tomorrow we shall hang that Ape on the highest tree in Narnia.
No more whispering and skulking and disguises. Where are these honest Dwarfs? We have good news for them. When you have been whispering for hours the mere sound of anyone talking out loud has a wonderfully stirring effect. The whole party began talking and laughing: Then they set off in the direction of the drumming. It grew steadily louder and soon they could see torchlight as well. They came out on one of those rough roads we should hardly call them roads at all in England which ran through Lantern Waste.
And there, marching sturdily along, were about thirty Dwarfs, all with their little spades and mattocks over their shoulders. Two armed Calormenes led the column and two more brought up the rear. Whither do you lead these Narnian Dwarfs and by whose orders? The two Calormene soldiers at the head of the column, seeing what they took for a Tarkaan or great lord with two armed pages, came to a halt and raised their spears in salute.
Then suddenly he turned to the Dwarfs themselves. About one in six of them carried a torch and by that flickering light he could see their bearded faces all looking at him with grim and dogged expressions. The two soldiers glared at him in surprise but the Dwarfs all answered, "Aslan's orders, Aslan's orders.
What can we do against him? Aslan has not come to Narnia at all. You have been cheated by the Ape. This is the thing he brought out of the stable to show you. What the Dwarfs saw, now that they could see it close, was certainly enough to make them wonder how they had ever been taken in. The lionskin had got pretty untidy already during Puzzle's long imprisonment in the stable and it had been knocked crooked during his journey through the dark wood. Most of it was in a big lump on one shoulder. The head, besides being pushed sidewise, had somehow got very far back so that anyone could now see his silly, gentle, donkey face gazing out of it.
Some grass stuck out of one corner of his mouth, for he'd been doing a little quiet nibbling as they brought him along. And he was muttering, "It wasn't my fault, I'm not clever. I never said I was. For one second all the Dwarfs were staring at Puzzle with wide open mouths and then one the soldiers said sharply, "Are you mad, My Master! What are you doing to the slaves? Now guard thee, miscreant, for I am Tirian of Narnia.
He flew upon the chief soldier like lightning, Eustace, who had drawn his sword when he saw the King draw his, rushed at the other one: And he had the luck that beginners sometimes do have. He forgot all that Tirian had tried to teach him that afternoon, slashed wildly indeed I'm not sure his eyes weren't shut and suddenly found, to his own great surprise, that the Calormene lay dead at his feet.
And though that was a great relief, it was, at the moment, rather frightening. The King's fight lasted a second or two longer: Tomorrow I will lead you to free all Narnia.
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Three cheers for Aslan! But the result which followed was simply wretched. There was a feeble attempt from a few Dwarfs about five which died away all at once: Many said nothing at all. Don't you hear what the King says? The Ape isn't going to rule Narnia any longer. Everyone can go back to ordinary life. You can have fun again. After a pause of nearly a minute a not-very-nice looking Dwarf with hair and beard as black as soot said:.
He had not been pale when he was fighting but he was pale now. He had thought this was going to be a beautiful moment, but it was turning out more like a bad dream. We've no more use for stories about Aslan, see! An old moke with long ears! That is the Ape's imitation of the real Aslan. We've been fooled once and we're not going to be fooled again. He's not a tame lion.
The moment those words were out of his mouth he realised that he had made a false move. The Dwarfs at once began repeating "not a tame lion, not a tame lion," in a jeering singsong. And he has sent us two here out of a different world. They've taught you your stuff all right. Saying your lessons, ain't you? We're going to look after ourselves from now on and touch our caps to nobody.
No more Aslan, no more kings, no more silly stories about other worlds. The Dwarfs are for the Dwarfs. You're playing some game of your own. Come on you chaps. And the Dwarfs struck up the queer little marching song which goes with the drumbeat, and off they tramped into the darkness.
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Tirian and his friends stared after them. Then he said the single word "Come," and they continued their journey. They were a silent party. Puzzle felt himself to be still in disgrace, and also he didn't really quite understand what had happened. Jill, besides being disgusted with the Dwarfs, was very impressed with Eustace's victory over the Calormene and felt almost shy. As for Eustace, his heart was still beating rather quickly. Tirian and Jewel walked sadly together in the rear. The King had his arm on the Unicorn's shoulder and sometimes the Unicorn nuzzled the King's cheek with his soft nose.
They did not try to comfort one another with words. It wasn't very easy to think of anything to say that would be comforting. Tirian had never dreamed that one of the results of an Ape's setting up a false Aslan would be to stop people from believing in the real one. He had felt quite sure that the Dwarfs would rally to his side the moment he showed them how they had been deceived.
And then next night he would have led them to Stable Hill and shown Puzzle to all the creatures and everyone would have turned against the Ape and, perhaps after a scuffle with the Calormenes, the whole thing would have been over. But now, it seemed, he could count on nothing. How many other Narnians might turn the same way as the Dwarfs? I've only just managed to get away from the others.
I'm on your side, Sire: If you can put a Dwarfish sword in my fist, I'd gladly strike a blow on the right side before all's done. Everyone crowded round him and welcomed him and praised him and slapped him on the back. Of course one single Dwarf could not make a very great difference, but it was somehow very cheering to have even one. The whole party brightened up.
But Jill and Eustace didn't stay bright for very long, for they were now yawning their heads off and too tired to think about anything but bed. It was at the coldest hour of the night, just before dawn, that they got back to the Tower. If there had been a meal ready for them they would have been glad enough to eat, but the bother and delay of getting one was not to be thought of. They drank from a stream, splashed their faces with water, and tumbled into their bunks, except for Puzzle and Jewel who said they'd be more comfortable outside.
This perhaps was just as well, for a Unicorn and a fat, full-grown donkey indoors always make a room feel rather crowded. Narnian Dwarfs, though less than four feet high, are for their size about the toughest and strongest creatures there are, so that Poggin, in spite of a heavy day and a late night, woke fully refreshed before any of the others.
He at once took Jill's bow, went out and shot a couple of wood pigeons. Then he sat plucking them on the door-step and chatting to Jewel and Puzzle. Puzzle looked and felt a good deal better this morning. Jewel, being a Unicorn and therefore one of the noblest and most delicate of beasts, had been very kind to him, talking to him about things of the sort they could both understand like grass and sugar and the care of one's hoofs.
When Jill and Eustace came out of the Tower yawning and rubbing their eyes at almost half past ten, the Dwarf showed them where they could gather plenty of a Narnian weed called Wild Fresney, which looks rather like our wood sorel but tastes a good deal nicer when cooked. It needs a little butter and pepper to make it perfect, but they hadn't these. So with one thing and another, they had the makings of a capital stew for their breakfast or dinner, whichever you choose to call it. Tirian went a little further off into the wood with an axe and brought back some branches for fuel.
While the meal was cooking—which seemed a very long time, especially as it smelled nicer and nicer the nearer it came to being done—the King found a complete Dwarfish outfit for Poggin: Then he inspected Eustace's sword and found that Eustace had put it back in the sheath all messy from killing the Calormene. He was scolded for that and made to clean and polish it.
All this while Jill went to and fro, sometimes stirring the pot and sometimes looking out enviously at the Donkey and the Unicorn who were contentedly grazing. How many times that morning she wished she could eat grass! But when the meal came everyone felt it had been worth waiting for, and there were second helpings all round. When everyone had eaten as much as he could, the three humans and the Dwarf came and sat on the doorstep, the four-footed ones lay down facing them, the Dwarf with permission both from Jill and from Tirian lit his pipe, and the King said:.
Tell us all you know. And first, what tale do they tell of my escape? This Ginger, Sire—oh, he's a slyboots if ever a cat was—said he was walking past the tree to which those villains bound your Majesty. And he said saving your reverence that you were howling and swearing and cursing Aslan: And then, says Ginger, Aslan himself suddenly appeared in a flash of lightning and swallowed your Majesty up at one mouthful.
All the Beasts trembled at this story and some fainted right away. And of course the Ape followed it up. There, he says, see what Aslan does to those who don't respect him. Let that be a warning to you all. And the poor creatures wailed and whined and said, it will, it will. So that in the upshot your Majesty's escape has not set them thinking whether you still have loyal friends to aid you, but only made them more afraid and more obedient to the Ape.
My belief is that the plot is now mostly carried on by Ginger or Rishda—that's the Calormene captain. And I think some words that Ginger has scattered among the Dwarfs are chiefly to blame for the scurvy return they made you. And I'll tell you why. One of those dreadful midnight meetings had just broken up the night before last and I'd gone a bit of the way home when I found I'd left my pipe behind.
It was a real good 'un, an old favourite, so I went back to look for it. But before I got to the place where I'd been sitting it was black as pitch there , I heard a cat's voice say Mew and a Calormene voice say 'here And these two were Ginger and Rishda Tarkaan as they call him.
Thou and I must provide for all things in secret and make the Ape do our will. For the Beasts who really believe in Aslan may turn at any moment: But those who care neither for Tash nor Aslan but have only an eye to their own profit, and such reward as the Tisroc may give them when Narnia is a Calormene province, will be firm. While the Dwarf had been speaking the day seemed to have changed.
It had been sunny when they sat down. Jewel shifted his head uneasily. What foul smell is this? Is there a dead bird somewhere about? And why didn't we notice it before? Then all six of them saw; and over all their faces there came an expression of uttermost dismay. In the shadow of the trees on the far side of the clearing something was moving. It was gliding very slowly Northward. At first glance you might have mistaken it for smoke, for it was grey and you could see things through it. But the deathly smell was not the smell of smoke.
Also, this thing kept its shape instead of billowing and curling as smoke would have done. It was roughly the shape of a man but it had the head of a bird; some bird of prey with a cruel, curved beak. It had four arms which it held high above its head, stretching them out Northward as if it wanted to snatch all Narnia in its grip; and its fingers—all twenty of them—were curved like its beak and had long, pointed, bird-like claws instead of nails. It floated on the grass instead of walking, and the grass seemed to wither beneath it.
After one look at it Puzzle gave a screaming bray and darted into the Tower. And Jill who was no coward, as you know hid her face in her hands to shut out the sight of it. The others watched it for perhaps a minute, until it streamed away into the thicker trees on their right and disappeared. Then the sun came out again, and the birds once more began to sing. Everyone started breathing properly again and moved. They had all been still as statues while it was in sight. It was when I was no older than thou, and had gone as a guest to the Tisroc's court in Tashbaan.
He took me into the great temple of Tash. There I saw it, carved above the altar. But instead of answering him Tirian slipped his arm behind Jill's shoulders and said, "How is it with you, Lady? It only made me feel a little sick for a moment. He called for Tash: They have called it and it has come. People shouldn't call for demons unless they really mean what they say.
They all shouted out Puzzle's name and Jill went round to the other side of the Tower to see if he had gone there. They were quite tired of looking for him when at last his large grey head peered cautiously out of the doorway and he said, "Has it gone away? I ought never to have listened to Shift. I never thought things like this would begin to happen.
Though rather shaken by what they had seen, the whole party now sat down again and went on with their talk. Jewel had little to tell them. While he was a prisoner he had spent nearly all his time tied up at the back of the Stable, and had of course heard none of the enemies' plans.
He had been kicked he'd done some kicking back too and beaten and threatened with death unless he would say that he believed it was Aslan who was brought out and shown to them by firelight every night. In fact he was going to be executed this very morning if he had not been rescued. He didn't know what had happened to the Lamb. The question they had to decide was whether they would go to Stable Hill again that night, show Puzzle to the Narnians and try to make them see how they had been tricked, or whether they should steal away eastward to meet the help which Roonwit the Centaur was bringing up from Cair Paravel and return against the Ape and his Calormenes in force.
Tirian would very much like to have followed the first plan: On the other hand, the way the Dwarfs had behaved last night was a warning. Apparently one couldn't be sure how people would take it even if he showed them Puzzle. And there were the Calormene soldiers to be reckoned with. Poggin thought there were about thirty of them. Tirian felt sure that if the Narnians all rallied to his side, he and Jewel and the children and Poggin Puzzle didn't count for much would have a good chance of beating them.
But how if half the Narnians—including all the Dwarfs—just sat and looked on? The risk was too great. And there was, too, the cloudy shape of Tash. What might it do? And then, as Poggin pointed out, there was no harm in leaving the Ape to deal with his own difficulties for a day or two. He would have no Puzzle to bring out and show now. It wasn't easy to see what story he—or Ginger—could make up to explain that. If the Beasts asked night after night to see Aslan, and no Aslan was brought out, surely even the simplest of them would get suspicious. As soon as they had decided this, it was wonderful how much more cheerful everyone became.
I don't honestly think that this was because any of them was afraid of a fight except perhaps Jill and Eustace. But I daresay that each of them, deep down inside was very glad not to go any nearer—or not yet—to that horrible bird-headed thing which, visible or invisible, was now probably haunting Stable Hill. Anyway, one always feels better when one has made up one's mind. Tirian said they had better remove their disguises, as they didn't want to be mistaken for Calormenes and perhaps attacked by any loyal Narnians they might meet.
The Dwarf made up a horrid-looking mess of ashes from the hearth and grease out of the jar of grease, which was kept for rubbing on swords and spearheads. Then they took off their Calormene armour and went down to the stream. The nasty mixture made a lather just like soft soap: Then they went back to the Tower with red, shiny faces, looking like people who have been given an extra-specially good wash before a party. They re-armed themselves in true Narnian style with straight swords and three-cornered shields.
I feel a true man again. Puzzle begged very hard to have the lionskin taken off him. He said it was too hot and the way it was rucked up on his back was uncomfortable: But they told him he would have to wear it a bit longer, for they still wanted to show him in that get-up to the other Beasts, even though they were now going to meet Roonwit first. What was left of the pigeon meat and rabbit meat was not worth bringing away but they took some biscuits. Then Tirian locked the door of the Tower and that was the end of their stay there.
It was a little after two in the afternoon when they set out, and it was the first really warm day of that spring. The young leaves seemed to be much further out than yesterday: The sunlight slanted through the trees, birds sang, and always though usually out of sight there was the noise of running water. It was hard to think of horrible things like Tash. The children felt, "This is really Narnia at last. After the King came Eustace and Poggin the Dwarf. Poggin was telling Eustace the names of all the Narnian trees, birds, and plants which he didn't know already.
Sometimes Eustace would tell him about English ones. After them came Puzzle, and after him Jill and Jewel walking very close together. Jill had, as you might say quite fallen in love with the Unicorn. She thought—and she wasn't far wrong—that he was the shiningest, delicatest, most graceful animal she had ever met: I wish there could be more of this sort of adventure.
It's a pity there's always so much happening in Narnia. But the Unicorn explained to her that she was quite mistaken. He said that the Sons and Daughters of Adam and Eve were brought out of their own strange world into Narnia only at times when Narnia was stirred and upset, but she mustn't think it was always like that.
In between their visits there were hundreds and thousands of years when peaceful King followed peaceful King till you could hardly remember their names or count their numbers, and there was really hardly anything to put into the History Books. And he went on to talk of old Queens and heroes whom she had never heard of. He spoke of Swanwhite the Queen who had lived before the days of the White Witch and the Great Winter, who was so beautiful that when she looked into any forest pool the reflection of her face shone out of the water like a star by night for a year and a day afterwards.
He spoke of Moonwood the Hare, who had such ears that he could sit by Caldron Pool under the thunder of the great waterfall and hear what men spoke in whispers at Cair Paravel. He told how King Gale, who was ninth in descent from Frank the first of all Kings, had sailed far away into the Eastern seas and delivered the Lone Islanders from a dragon and how, in return, they had given him the Lone Islands to be part of the royal lands of Narnia for ever.
He talked of whole centuries in which all Narnia was so happy that notable dances and feasts, or at most tournaments, were the only things that could be remembered, and every day and week had been better than the last. And as he went on, the picture of all those happy years, all the thousands of them, piled up in Jill's mind till it was rather like looking down from a high hill onto a rich, lovely plain full of woods and waters and cornfields, which spread away and away till it got thin and misty from distance. And then I hope they'll go on for ever and ever and ever.
Our world is going to have an end some day.
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Perhaps this one won't. Oh, Jewel—wouldn't it be lovely if Narnia just went on and on—like what you said it has been? The King and Eustace and the Dwarf were all staring up at the sky. Jill shuddered, remembering what horrors they had seen already. But it was nothing of that sort this time.
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It was small, and looked black against the blue. He may be a friend. If one had known what was going to happen next, it would have been a treat to watch the grace and ease with which the huge bird glided down. He alighted on a rocky crag a few feet from Tirian, bowed his crested head, and said in his strange eagle's voice, "Hail, King. I am glad of your coming. Cair Paravel was taken from the sea. Twenty great ships of Calormen put in there in the dark of the night before last night. I was with him in his last hour and he gave me this message to your Majesty: For a long time they could not speak nor even shed a tear.
Then the Unicorn stamped the ground with his hoof, and shook his mane, and spoke. We see that the Ape's plans were laid deeper than we dreamed. Doubtless he has been long in secret traffic with the Tisroc, and as soon as he had found the lionskin, he sent him word to make ready his navy for the taking of Cair Paravel and all Narnia. Nothing now remains for us seven but to go back to Stable Hill, proclaim the truth, and take the adventure that Aslan sends us.
And if, by a great marvel, we defeat those thirty Calormenes who are with the Ape, then to turn again and die in battle with the far greater host of them that will soon march from Cair Paravel. But he turned to the children and said: Doubtless you have done all that you were sent to do. But you are too young to share in such a bloody end as we others must meet to-night or, it may be, three days hence. I entreat you—nay, I command you—to return to your own place. I should be put to shame if I let such young warriors fall in battle on my side. We're going to stick with you whatever happens, aren't we, Eustace?
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