“Oh dear！” said Lucy， “What are we to do for them？” “Let ‘em alone，” said Eustace： but as he spoke thearth trembled. The sweet air grew suddenly sweeter. A rightness flashed behind them. All turned. Tirian turned st because he was afraid. There stood his heart’s desire， uge and real， the golden Lion， Aslan himself， and already he others were kneeling in a circle round his forepaws and urying their hands and faces in his mane as he stooped his reat head to touch them with his tongue. Then he fixed is eyes upon Tirian， and Tirian came near， trembling， and ung himself at the Lion‘s feet， and the Lion kissed him and aid， “Well done， last of the Kings of Narnia who stood firm t the darkest hour.”
“Aslan，” said Lucy through her tears， “could you.will ou.do something for these poor Dwarfs？”
“Dearest，” said Aslan， “I will show you both what I can， and what I cannot do.” He came close to the Dwarfs and gave a low growl： low， but it set all the air shaking. But the Dwarfs said to one another， “Hear that？ That’s the gang at the other end of the stable. Trying to frighten us. They do it with a machine of some kind. Don‘t take any notice. They won’t take us in again！”
