“I have come，” said a deep voice behind them. They urned and saw the Lion himself， so bright and real and rong that everything else began at once to look pale and hadowy compared with him. And in less time than it takes o breathe Jill forgot about the dead King of Narnia and emembered only how she had made Eustace fall over the liff， and how she had helped to muff nearly all the signs， nd about all the snappings and quarrellings. And she anted to say “I’m sorry” but she could not speak. Then the ion drew them towards him with his eyes， and bent down nd touched their pale faces with his tongue， and said： “Think of that no more. I will not always be scolding. You ave done the work for which I sent you into Narnia.” “Please， Aslan，” said Jill， “may we go home now？”
