“It is well thrown，” said Aslan. “Let us now proceed to the Coronation of King Frank of Narnia and Helen his Queen.” The children now noticed these two for the first time. They were dressed in strange and beautiful clothes， and from their shoulders rich robes flowed out behind them to where four dwarfs held up the King‘s train and four river. nymphs the Queen’s. Their heads were bare； but Helen had let her hair down and it made a great improvement in her appearance. But it was neither hair nor clothes that made them look so different from their old selves. Their faces had a new expression， especially the King‘s. All the sharpness and cunning and quarrelsomeness which he had picked up as a London cabby seemed to have been washed away， and the courage and kindness which he had always had wereeasier to see. Perhaps it was the air of the young world that had done it， or talking with Aslan， or both.
“Upon my word，” whispered Fledge to Polly. “My old master’s been changed nearly as much as I have！ Why， he‘s a real master now.”
“Yes， but don’t buzz in my ear like that，” said Polly. “It tickles so.”
