And as elephants parade holding each elephant’s tail,
but if one wanders the circus won’t find the park,
I call it cruel and maybe the root of all cruelty
to know what occurs but not recognize the fact.
—William Stafford, A Ritual to Read to Each Other
If young Jill Pole were still back at Experiment House, the school where she was routinely bullied by her classmates, her entry in the yearbook might note that she was voted “Most Likely to Muff the Signs.”
In The Silver Chair by C.S. Lewis, the Signs are a big deal. There are four of them, and they appear very early in the story. After Jill and her companion Eustace Scrubb have escaped their nemeses at Experiment House by stumbling into the magical world of Narnia, and after she has tragically contributed to Eustace’s fall off an enormous cliff, and after she has had a good cry and a refreshing drink from a stream under the watchful eye of a dreadfully terrifying lion, that same terrifying lion assigned to her an impossible task. To aid in her improbable execution of the task (finding and rescuing the long lost Prince Rilian), he gave her four signs that would, if she remembered them, prove very useful along the way.
First; as soon as the Boy Eustace sets foot in Narnia, he will meet an old and dear friend. He must greet that friend at once; if he does, you will both have good help. [I should mention that before giving Jill the signs, the lion also saved Eustace and blew him on ahead on his breath.] Second; you must journey out of Narnia to the north till you come to the ruined city of the ancient giants. Third; you shall find a writing on a stone in that ruined city, and you must do what the writing tells you. Fourth; you will know the lost prince (if you find him) by this, that he will be the first person you have met in your travels who will ask you to do something in my name, in the name of Aslan.
Now, setting aside the obvious fact that the lion could have made things much simpler than this maybe deadly cross-country scavenger hunt—by telling Jill the name of the person Eustace needed to talk to, by giving them a map to the ruined city, by skipping the stone writing altogether and telling her what the writing said to do, by, oh, I don’t know, rescuing the prince himself—it’s really not as though the Signs were all that complicated. Greet a friend. Travel north to giant ruins. Do what the stone says. Save the guy who uses the name of Aslan. I imagine you have them memorized already, just like I do.
Friend. Ruins. Stone. Aslan.
Jill, however, did not have them memorized. And she did not find them to be without their complexities. She had to repeat the signs over and over (and have her recall corrected) until the lion was satisfied she could successfully carry the information forward. She could be forgiven thinking it was difficult. She’d just landed in a strange new world and nearly murdered her friend, after all. Her thoughts had to be a bit muddled by this point.
And so, rather than simplifying, the lion warned her, urgently, repeatedly:
But, first, remember, remember, remember the signs. Say them to yourself when you wake in the morning and when you lie down at night, and when you wake in the middle of the night. And whatever strange may happen to you, let nothing turn your mind from following the signs.
Remember the signs and believe the signs. Nothing else matters.
Jill was persuaded. During her flight—literally on air—across the great chasm, she worked them. Practiced them. Recited them. Until, that is, the air started getting a little thick as she approached the ground. Just like the lion said, it would become harder to keep them sorted. It would be easier to muff them.
And muff them she did. She met up with Eustace on the ground, they had an exchange of words, and because the signs were really not so simple as to be distilled into a list of four short words, and because, at least at the time of her arrival, only Jill knew them, they did not recognize the first sign was at that very moment sailing away on a great ship across the sea. By the time they realized King Caspian the Tenth, Eustace’s old (literally, though he didn’t see it then) friend, he was long gone and unable to be the good help Aslan said he would be.
‘Then the King was an old friend of yours!’ said Jill. A horrid thought had struck her.
‘I should jolly well think he was,’ said Scrubb miserably. ‘About as good a friend as a chap could have. And last time he was only a few years older than me. And to see that old man with a white beard, and to remember Caspian as he was the morning we captured the Lone Islands, or in the fight with the Sea Serpent—oh, it’s frightful. It’s worse than coming back and finding him dead.’
‘Oh, shut up,’ said Jill impatiently. ‘It’s far worse than you think. We’ve muffed the first Sign.’
So the two went on, bickering still, to have dinner with another old friend, though not the right old friend, and were later transported in the middle of the night by a “parliament of owls” who understood the important role they had to play in the daunting rescue of the king’s son, Prince Rilian. The owls set them up with the aptly-named Puddleglum, a tall amphibian-sort of creature known in Narnia as a Marsh-Wiggle and about whom one could say that pessimism springs eternal. Puddleglum proves over time, despite his certainty that they were doomed from the start, to be the key to the whole prince-rescue enterprise.
But before they could get on with the rescuing, they had to complete the journeying. To the North, according to the sign. North out of Narnia took them into a barren, cold wilderness for which they were ill prepared. Signs do little to provide warmth at night nor dry socks during the day. They traveled on, though, committed to their task. They eventually met up with a beautiful lady in green and her companion, a knight in all black with his face covered. The Lady of the Green Kirtle seemed kind and generous, and suggested they journey on to the city of the gentle giants and tell them that she sent them for the Autumn Feast.
A feast sounded quite lovely by then, and they plodded on dreaming of soft beds and deep sleep, hot food and hotter hearths. The journey was hard, cold and wet, and at one point Jill fell into a deep crevice in the rock which, when they all climbed down into it, seemed to go on like a maze. They eventually crawled out and, in time, made it to the giant city. Only later, after they’d arrived and been fed and clothed and coddled by the giants did they see from a window in the castle that on their journey they had gone right through the ruins without recognizing them and that the crevice they’d fallen into was more than a crack in the ground. From their high vantage point, they could see the ruins and could read carved in stone the words UNDER ME. They’d been crawling around in one of the Es, unaware it was a letter, let alone part of a word, let alone the third Sign. Muffed, again, right after the second.
All eyes were on Jill. In the dreaming of comfort and warmth, she had neglected the Signs. She had not remembered the Signs. She had not believed the Signs. She had permitted something else to matter. Three of four Signs, now muffed in spectacular fashion.
It leads me to wonder: Why was Jill, and only Jill, keeper of the Signs? They were no secret, the Signs. Eustace had heard her recite them. Puddleglum had heard her recite them. And oh, they remembered to exhort her to remember. But yet, rather than sharing the burden of actual remembering, they looked to Jill to remember alone. In their despair of the endless, impossible journey, they let go each other’s tail and wander in the cold, in the dark, and they fail to find their park.
In the giant’s castle, despite soft beds and warm food, they eventually made the horrifying discovery (by way of a giant pie crust that was just the right size for one of them to lie down in) that when the Lady of the Green Kirtle sent them to the gentle giants for the Autumn Feast, she didn’t mean for them to celebrate the Autumn Feast. She meant for them to be the autumn feast.
The three then planned and executed a daring escape from the giant’s castle. When they were spotted by giants returning from the day’s hunt, they were chased up a stony slope as they tried to cross back to the City Ruinous, and, rather by accident took refuge in what seemed to be a small cave. They enclosed themselves in the opening by piling rocks, and then sought to find their way out through the dark.
There in the dark passageway, also seemingly rather by accident, discovered the key to succeeding in their quest, a discovery that may turn out to be as critical than the Signs themselves. As they moved through the underground channels, unable to see even an inch in front of their faces, they held each other’s hands, eventually tumbling down and down and down, together, until they were deep inside the earth and discovered by an army of Earth Men who marched them further in until they reached the very knight they had earlier met on the road, above ground.
William Stafford suggests that while elephants parade together, each one holding another’s tail, they arrive safely at their destination. They help keep each other on the path. These moments underground, when none could see and the three had to rely on each other, step by excruciating step, they at last recognized the fact, and held each other’s tails, as it were, and for at least this one short piece of their impossible journey, they were not lost.
We’re reading The Silver Chair by C.S. Lewis together this month, juxtaposed with William Stafford’s poem A Ritual to Read to Each Other. Are you reading along? Share with us in the comments your thoughts on this middle section of the story.
Here’s a schedule for reading and discussing:
Week 1 (February 12): Chapters 1-5 – The Horrible Errors of Childhood
Week 2 (February 19): Chapters 6-10 – The Circus Won’t Find the Park
Week 3 (February 26): Chapter 11-16
And be sure to join us starting March 11, when the poetry of Ilya Kaminsky in Deaf Republic will guide us in a reimagining of what it means to be a hero, of disability, of the movements that compel us to survive.
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