LucywasnearlyblownwhenthetailandhindlegsofAslandisappearedoverthetop: butwithonelasteffortshescrambledafterhimandcameout, rathershaky-leggedandbreathless, (heatherandgrassandafewverybigrocksthatshonewhiteinthemoonlight) :
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“Lucy,” saidSusaninaverysmallvoice.
“Yes?” saidLucy.
“Iseehimnow.I'msorry.”
“That'sallright.”
“ButI'—he, Imean—, , , ifI'—and—oh, Idon'?”
“Perhapsyouwon'tneedtosaymuch,” suggestedLucy.
SoontheyreachedthetreesandthroughthemthechildrencouldseetheGreatMound, Aslan'sHow, whichhadbeenraisedovertheTablesincetheirdays.
“Oursidedon'tkeepverygoodwatch,” mutteredTrumpkin.“Weoughttohavebeenchallengedbeforenow—”
“Hush!” saidtheotherfour, fornowAslanhadstoppedandturnedandstoodfacingthem, lookingsomajesticthattheyfeltasgladasanyonecanwhofeelsafraid, : Lucymadewayforthem: SusanandtheDwarfshrankback.
“Oh, Aslan,” saidKingPeter, droppingononekneeandraisingtheLion'sheavypawtohisface, “I''msosorry.I'vebeenleadingthemwrongeversincewestartedandespeciallyyesterdaymorning.”
“Mydearson,” saidAslan.
ThenheturnedandwelcomedEdmund.“Welldone,” werehiswords.
Then, afteranawfulpause, thedeepvoicesaid, “Susan.” Susanmadenoanswerbuttheothersthoughtshewascrying.“Youhavelistenedtofears, child,” saidAslan.“Come, ?”
“Alittle, Aslan,” saidSusan.
