For the last few minutes Jill had been feeling that there as something she must remember at all costs. And now he did. But it was dreadfully hard to say it. She felt as if uge weights were laid on her lips. At last， with an effort hat seemed to take all the good out of her， she said： “There‘s Aslan.”
“Aslan？” said the Witch， quickening ever so slightly the ace of her thrumming. “What a pretty name！ What does it ean？”
“He is the great Lion who called us out of our own world，”
aid Scrubb， “and sent us into this to find Prince Rilian.”
“What is a lion？” asked the Witch.
“Oh， hang it all！” said Scrubb. “Don’t you know？ How can we describe it to her？ Have you ever seen a cat？”
“Surely，” said the Queen. “I love cats.”
“Well， a lion is a little bit.only a little bit， mind you. like a huge cat.with a mane. At least， it‘s not like a horse’s mane， you know， it‘s more like a judge’s wig. And it‘s yellow. And terrifically strong.”
