Luckily Shasta had lived all his life too far south in Calormen to have heard the tales that were whispered in Tashbaan about a dreadful Narnian demon that appeared in the form of a lion. And of course he knew none of the true stories about Aslan， the great Lion， the son of the Emperor. beyond.the.Sea， the High King above all kings in Narnia. But after one glance at the Lion‘s face he slipped out of the saddle and fell at its feet. He couldn’t say anything but then he didn‘t want to say anything， and he knew he needn’t say anything.
The High King above all kings stooped towards him. Its mane， and some strange and solemn perfume that hungabout the mane， was all round him. It touched his forehead with its tongue. He lifted his face and their eyes met. Then instantly the pale brightness of the mist and the fiery brightness of the Lion rolled themselves together into a swirling glory and gathered themselves up and disappeared. He was alone with the horse on a grassy hillside under a blue sky. And there were birds singing.
Shasta In Narnia