Up till now I think Fledge and Polly had had the idea that they would go in with Digory. But they thought so no longer. You never saw a place which was so obviously private.
You could see at a glance that it belonged to someone else. Only a fool would dream of going in unless he had been sent there on very special business. Digory himself understood at once that the others wouldn‘t and couldn’t come in with him. He went forward to the gates alone.
When he had come close up to them he saw words written on the gold with silver letters； something like this：
Come in by the gold gates or not at all， Take of my fruit for others or forbear，For those who steal or those who climb my wall Shall find their heart‘s desire and find despair.
“Take of my fruit for others，” said Digory to himself. “Well， that’s what I‘m going to do. It means I mustn’t eat any myself， I suppose. I don‘t know what all that jaw in the last line is about. Come in by the gold gates. Well， who’d want to climb a wall if he could get in by a gate！ But how do the gates open？” He laid his hand on them and instantly they swung apart， opening inwards， turning on their hinges without the least noise.