“It‘s no good， Son of Adam，” said Mr Beaver， “no good yourtrying， of all people. But now that Aslan is on the move.” “Oh， yes！ Tell us about Aslan！” said several voices at once，for once again that strange feeling.like the first signs of spring， like good news.had come over them.
“Who is Aslan？” asked Susan.
“Aslan？” said Mr Beaver. “Why， don’t you know？ He‘s the King. He’s the Lord of the whole wood， but not often here， you understand. Never in my time or my father‘s time. But the word has reached us that he has come back. He is in Narnia at this moment. He’ll settle the White Queen all right. It is he， not you， who will save Mr Tumnus.”
“She won‘t turn him into stone too？” said Edmund.
“Lord love you， Son of Adam， what a simple thing to say！” answered Mr Beaver with a great laugh. “Turn him into stone？ If she can stand on her two feet and look him in the face it’ll be the most she can do and more than I expect of her. No， no. He‘ll put all to rights as it says in an old rhyme in these parts：
Wrong will be right， when Aslan comes in sight， At the sound of his roar， sorrows will be no more， When he bares his teeth， winter meets its death，And when he shakes his mane， we shall have spring again.
