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At that moment there was a sound of horse–hoofs tapping on rock from the mouth of the cave, and the children looked up. The two Centaurs, one with a black and one with a golden beard flowing over their magnificent bare chests, stood waiting for them, bending their heads a little so as to look into the cave. Then the children became very polite and finished their breakfast very quickly. No one thinks a Centaur funny when he sees it.I've wanted to make some Narnia fanart for a long long time. Now at last, I used Projekt Ilustrace 's monthly contest "Unusual means of transport" together with my fondness of centaurs as a pretest to make this illustration of the last chapter of the Silver Chair. I love the original illustrations by Pauline Baynes so I took some inspiration from them, as well as from my own photos of the beautiful time of the end of autumn and the first snow at the foot of Alpine peaks (you might have already seen it in my earlier picture Golden Larches of Dachstein).
To ride on a Centaur is, no doubt, a great honour (and except Jill and Eustace there is probably no–one alive in the world today who has had it) but it is very uncomfortable. For no–one who valued his life would suggest putting a saddle on a Centaur, and riding bare–back is no fun; especially if, like Eustace, you have never learned to ride at all. The Centaurs were very polite in a grave, gracious, grown–up kind of way, and as they cantered through the Narnian woods they spoke, without turning their heads, telling the children about the properties of herbs and roots, the influences of the planets, the nine names of Aslan with their meanings, and things of that sort. But however sore and jolted the two humans were, they would now give anything to have that journey over again: to see those glades and slopes sparkling with last night's snow, to be met by rabbits and squirrels and birds that wished you good morning, to breathe again the air of Narnia and hear the voices of the Narnian trees.
C. S. Lewis: The Silver Chair, Chapter XVI – The Healing of Harms