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"
It
means
,
"
said
Aslan
,
"
that
though
the
Witch
knew
the
Deep
Magic
,
there
is
a
magic
deeper
still
which
she
did
not
know
:
Her
knowledge
goes
back
only
to
the
dawn
of
time
.
But
if
she
could
have
looked
a
little
further
back
,
into
the
stillness
and
the
darkness
before
Time
dawned
,
she
would
have
read
there
a
different
incantation
.
She
would
have
known
that
when
a
willing
victim
who
had
committed
no
treachery
was
killed
in
a
traitor
’
s
stead
,
the
Table
would
crack
and
Death
itself
would
start
working
backwards
.
And
now
-
"
"
Oh
yes
.
Now
?
"
said
Lucy
,
jumping
up
and
clapping
her
hands
.
"
Oh
,
children
,
"
said
the
Lion
,
"
I
feel
my
strength
coming
back
to
me
.
Oh
,
children
,
catch
me
if
you
can
!
"
He
stood
for
a
second
,
his
eyes
very
bright
,
his
limbs
quivering
,
lashing
himself
with
his
tail
.
Then
he
made
a
leap
high
over
their
heads
and
landed
on
the
other
side
of
the
Table
.
Laughing
,
though
she
didn
’
t
know
why
,
Lucy
scrambled
over
it
to
reach
him
.
Aslan
leaped
again
.
A
mad
chase
began
.
Round
and
round
the
hill
-
top
he
led
them
,
now
hopelessly
out
of
their
reach
,
now
letting
them
almost
catch
his
tail
,
now
diving
between
them
,
now
tossing
them
in
the
air
with
his
huge
and
beautifully
velveted
paws
and
catching
them
again
,
and
now
stopping
unexpectedly
so
that
all
three
of
them
rolled
over
together
in
a
happy
laughing
heap
of
fur
and
arms
and
legs
.
It
was
such
a
romp
as
no
one
has
ever
had
except
in
Narnia
;
and
whether
it
was
more
like
playing
with
a
thunderstorm
or
playing
with
a
kitten
Lucy
could
never
make
up
her
mind
.
And
the
funny
thing
was
that
when
all
three
finally
lay
together
panting
in
the
sun
the
girls
no
longer
felt
in
the
least
tired
or
hungry
or
thirsty
.
"
And
now
,
"
said
Aslan
presently
,
"
to
business
.
I
feel
I
am
going
to
roar
.
You
had
better
put
your
fingers
in
your
ears
.
"
And
they
did
.
And
Aslan
stood
up
and
when
he
opened
his
mouth
to
roar
his
face
became
so
terrible
that
they
did
not
dare
to
look
at
it
.
And
they
saw
all
the
trees
in
front
of
him
bend
before
the
blast
of
his
roaring
as
grass
bends
in
a
meadow
before
the
wind
.
Then
he
said
,
"
We
have
a
long
journey
to
go
.
You
must
ride
on
me
.
"
And
he
crouched
down
and
the
children
climbed
on
to
his
warm
,
golden
back
,
and
Susan
sat
first
,
holding
on
tightly
to
his
mane
and
Lucy
sat
behind
holding
on
tightly
to
Susan
.
And
with
a
great
heave
he
rose
underneath
them
and
then
shot
off
,
faster
than
any
horse
could
go
,
down
hill
and
into
the
thick
of
the
forest
.
That
ride
was
perhaps
the
most
wonderful
thing
that
happened
to
them
in
Narnia
.
Have
you
ever
had
a
gallop
on
a
horse
?
Think
of
that
;
and
then
take
away
the
heavy
noise
of
the
hoofs
and
the
jingle
of
the
bits
and
imagine
instead
the
almost
noiseless
padding
of
the
great
paws
.
Then
imagine
instead
of
the
black
or
grey
or
chestnut
back
of
the
horse
the
soft
roughness
of
golden
fur
,
and
the
mane
flying
back
in
the
wind
.
And
then
imagine
you
are
going
about
twice
as
fast
as
the
fastest
racehorse
.
But
this
is
a
mount
that
doesn
’
t
need
to
be
guided
and
never
grows
tired
.
He
rushes
on
and
on
,
never
missing
his
footing
,
never
hesitating
,
threading
his
way
with
perfect
skill
between
tree
trunks
,
jumping
over
bush
and
briar
and
the
smaller
streams
,
wading
the
larger
,
swimming
the
largest
of
all
.
And
you
are
riding
not
on
a
road
nor
in
a
park
nor
even
on
the
downs
,
but
right
across
Narnia
,
in
spring
,
down
solemn
avenues
of
beech
and
across
sunny
glades
of
oak
,
through
wild
orchards
of
snow
-
white
cherry
trees
,
past
roaring
waterfalls
and
mossy
rocks
and
echoing
caverns
,
up
windy
slopes
alight
with
gorse
bushes
,
and
across
the
shoulders
of
heathery
mountains
and
along
giddy
ridges
and
down
,
down
,
down
again
into
wild
valleys
and
out
into
acres
of
blue
flowers
.
It
was
nearly
midday
when
they
found
themselves
looking
down
a
steep
hillside
at
a
castle
-
a
little
toy
castle
it
looked
from
where
they
stood
-
which
seemed
to
be
all
pointed
towers
.
But
the
Lion
was
rushing
down
at
such
a
speed
that
it
grew
larger
every
moment
and
before
they
had
time
even
to
ask
themselves
what
it
was
they
were
already
on
a
level
with
it
.
And
now
it
no
longer
looked
like
a
toy
castle
but
rose
frowning
in
front
of
them
.
No
face
looked
over
the
battlements
and
the
gates
were
fast
shut
.
And
Aslan
,
not
at
all
slacking
his
pace
,
rushed
straight
as
a
bullet
towards
it
.
"
The
Witch
’
s
home
!
"
he
cried
.
"
Now
,
children
,
hold
tight
.
"
Next
moment
the
whole
world
seemed
to
turn
upside
down
,
and
the
children
felt
as
if
they
had
left
their
insides
behind
them
;
for
the
Lion
had
gathered
himself
together
for
a
greater
leap
than
any
he
had
yet
made
and
jumped
-
or
you
may
call
it
flying
rather
than
jumping
-
right
over
the
castle
wall
.
The
two
girls
,
breathless
but
unhurt
,
found
themselves
tumbling
off
his
back
in
the
middle
of
a
wide
stone
courtyard
full
of
statues
.
