“Oh, don'tbesostupid,” saidLucy.“DoyouthinkIdon'tknowAslanwhenIseehim?”
“He'dbeaprettyelderlylionbynow,” saidTrumpkin, “ifhe'soneyouknewwhenyouwereherebefore! Andifitcouldbethesameone, what'stopreventhimhavinggonewildandwitlesslikesomanyothers?”
LucyturnedcrimsonandIthinkshewouldhaveflownatTrumpkin, ifPeterhadnotlaidhishandonherarm.“'? Youmustjusttakeit, Trumpkin, thatwedoreallyknowaboutAslan; alittlebitabouthim, ''tluckyforonething: andit'.”
“ButIknowhewas,” saidLucy, hereyesfillingwithtears.
“Yes, Lu, butwedon't, yousee,” saidPeter.
“There'snothingforitbutavote,” saidEdmund.
“Allright,” repliedPeter.“You'retheeldest, ? Upordown?”
“Down,” saidtheDwarf.“, , we', wewanttogoawayfromthem, nottowardthem.”
“Whatdoyousay, Susan?”
“Don'tbeangry, Lu,” saidSusan, “butIdothinkweshouldgodown.I''.”
“Edmund?” saidPeter.
“Well, there'sjustthis,” saidEdmund, speakingquicklyandturningalittlered.“WhenwefirstdiscoveredNarniaayearago—orathousandyearsago, whicheveritis—, 'titbefairtobelieveherthistime? Ivoteforgoingup.”
“Oh, Ed!” saidLucyandseizedhishand.
“Andnowit'syourturn, Peter,” saidSusan, “andIdohope—”
“Oh, shutup, shutupandletachapthink,” interruptedPeter.“I'dmuchrathernothavetovote.”
“You'retheHighKing,” saidTrumpkinsternly.
“Down,” saidPeterafteralongpause.“IknowLucymayberightafterall, butIcan'.”
Sotheysetofftotheirrightalongtheedge, , cryingbitterly.
