“Come and have breakfast，” said the Lamb in its sweet milky voice.
Then they noticed for the first time that there was a fire lit on the grass and fish roasting on it. They sat down and ate the fish， hungry now for the first time for many days. And it was the most delicious food they had ever tasted.
“Please， Lamb，” said Lucy， “is this the way to Aslan’s country？”
“Not for you，” said the Lamb. “For you the door into Aslan‘s country is from your own world.”
“What！” said Edmund. “Is there a way into Aslan’s country from our world too？”
“There is a way into my country from all the worlds，” said the Lamb； but as he spoke， his snowy white flushed into tawny gold and his size changed and he was Aslan himself， towering above them and scattering light from his mane.
“Oh， Aslan，” said Lucy. “Will you tell us how to get into your country from our world？”
“I shall be telling you all the time，” said Aslan. “But I will not tell you how long or short the way will be； only that it lies across a river. But do not fear that， for I am the great Bridge Builder. And now come； I will open the door in the sky and send you to your own land.”
