All this time the Lion’s song， and his stately prowl， to and fro， backwards and forwards， was going on. What was rather alarming was that at each turn he came a little nearer. Polly was finding the song more and more interesting because she thought she was beginning to see the connection between the music and the things that were happening. When a line of dark firs sprang up on a ridge about a hundred yards awayshe felt that they were connected with a series of deep， prolonged notes which the Lion had sung a second before. And when he burst into a rapid series of lighter notes she was not surprised to see primroses suddenly appearing in every direction. Thus， with an unspeakable thrill， she felt quite certain that all the things were coming （as she said） “out of the Lion‘s head”. When you listened to his song you heard the things he was making up： when you looked round you， you saw them. This was so exciting that she had no time to be afraid. But Digory and the Cabby could not help feeling a bit nervous as each turn of the Lion’s walk brought him nearer. As for Uncle Andrew， his teeth were chattering， but his knees were shaking so that he could not run away.
