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"
Bless
me
!
I
must
have
been
asleep
.
Now
!
Where
’
s
that
dratted
little
Witch
that
was
running
about
on
the
ground
.
Somewhere
just
by
my
feet
it
was
.
"
But
when
everyone
had
shouted
up
to
him
to
explain
what
had
really
happened
,
and
when
the
Giant
had
put
his
hand
to
his
ear
and
got
them
to
repeat
it
all
again
so
that
at
last
he
understood
,
then
he
bowed
down
till
his
head
was
no
further
off
than
the
top
of
a
haystack
and
touched
his
cap
repeatedly
to
Aslan
,
beaming
all
over
his
honest
ugly
face
.
(
Giants
of
any
sort
are
now
so
rare
in
England
and
so
few
giants
are
good
-
tempered
that
ten
to
one
you
have
never
seen
a
giant
when
his
face
is
beaming
.
It
’
s
a
sight
well
worth
looking
at
.
)
"
Now
for
the
inside
of
this
house
!
"
said
Aslan
.
"
Look
alive
,
everyone
.
Up
stairs
and
down
stairs
and
in
my
lady
’
s
chamber
!
Leave
no
corner
unsearched
.
You
never
know
where
some
poor
prisoner
may
be
concealed
.
"
And
into
the
interior
they
all
rushed
and
for
several
minutes
the
whole
of
that
dark
,
horrible
,
fusty
old
castle
echoed
with
the
opening
of
windows
and
with
everyone
’
s
voices
crying
out
at
once
,
"
Don
’
t
forget
the
dungeons
-
Give
us
a
hand
with
this
door
!
Here
’
s
another
little
winding
stair
-
Oh
!
I
say
.
Here
’
s
a
poor
kangaroo
.
Call
Aslan
-
Phew
!
How
it
smells
in
here
-
Look
out
for
trap
-
doors
-
Up
here
!
There
are
a
whole
lot
more
on
the
landing
!
"
But
the
best
of
all
was
when
Lucy
came
rushing
upstairs
shouting
out
,
"
Aslan
!
Aslan
!
I
’
ve
found
Mr
Tumnus
.
Oh
,
do
come
quick
.
"
A
moment
later
Lucy
and
the
little
Faun
were
holding
each
other
by
both
hands
and
dancing
round
and
round
for
joy
.
The
little
chap
was
none
the
worse
for
having
been
a
statue
and
was
of
course
very
interested
in
all
she
had
to
tell
him
.
But
at
last
the
ransacking
of
the
Witch
’
s
fortress
was
ended
.
The
whole
castle
stood
empty
with
every
door
and
window
open
and
the
light
and
the
sweet
spring
air
flooding
into
all
the
dark
and
evil
places
which
needed
them
so
badly
.
The
whole
crowd
of
liberated
statues
surged
back
into
the
courtyard
.
And
it
was
then
that
someone
(
Tumnus
,
I
think
)
first
said
,
"
But
how
are
we
going
to
get
out
?
"
for
Aslan
had
got
in
by
a
jump
and
the
gates
were
still
locked
.
"
That
’
ll
be
all
right
,
"
said
Aslan
;
and
then
,
rising
on
his
hind
-
legs
,
he
bawled
up
at
the
Giant
.
"
Hi
!
You
up
there
,
"
he
roared
.
"
What
’
s
your
name
?
"
