Digory had never seen anything so beautiful as he walked reverently through the tall silver trees with their golden leaves, and desperately he tried to remember what the Lion had said about the tree with the apple he needed. Here and there he caught glimpses of a flash of grey above or to the side of him through the trees, but he worked to stay focused on his task; he felt as though he could stay here forever, but knew that would not help Mother. At last, he came to the centre of the Wood, where stood a tree slightly larger than the others, at least in girth, and it was full of magnificent silver apples that seemed to beckon to him; gathering his courage, he stepped forward and plucked one.