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"
Who
’
s
done
it
?
"
cried
Susan
.
"
What
does
it
mean
?
Is
it
magic
?
"
"
Yes
!
"
said
a
great
voice
behind
their
backs
.
"
It
is
more
magic
.
"
They
looked
round
.
There
,
shining
in
the
sunrise
,
larger
than
they
had
seen
him
before
,
shaking
his
mane
(
for
it
had
apparently
grown
again
)
stood
Aslan
himself
.
"
Oh
,
Aslan
!
"
cried
both
the
children
,
staring
up
at
him
,
almost
as
much
frightened
as
they
were
glad
.
"
Aren
’
t
you
dead
then
,
dear
Aslan
?
"
said
Lucy
.
"
Not
now
,
"
said
Aslan
.
"
You
’
re
not
-
not
a
-
?
"
asked
Susan
in
a
shaky
voice
.
She
couldn
’
t
bring
herself
to
say
the
word
ghost
.
Aslan
stooped
his
golden
head
and
licked
her
forehead
.
The
warmth
of
his
breath
and
a
rich
sort
of
smell
that
seemed
to
hang
about
his
hair
came
all
over
her
.
"
Do
I
look
it
?
"
he
said
.
"
Oh
,
you
’
re
real
,
you
’
re
real
!
Oh
,
Aslan
!
"
cried
Lucy
,
and
both
girls
flung
themselves
upon
him
and
covered
him
with
kisses
.
"
But
what
does
it
all
mean
?
"
asked
Susan
when
they
were
somewhat
calmer
.
