“No， Sons of Adam before animals，” whispered Mr Beaver back again.
“Susan，” whispered Peter， “What about you？ Ladies first.” “No， you‘re the eldest，” whispered Susan. And of course the longer they went on doing this the more awkward they felt. Then at last Peter realized that it was up to him. He drew his sword and raised it to the salute and， hastily saying to the others， “Come on. Pull yourselves together，” headvanced to the Lion and said： “We have come.Aslan.”
“Welcome， Peter， Son of Adam，” said Aslan. “Welcome， Susan and Lucy， Daughters of Eve. Welcome， He.Beaver and She.Beaver.”
His voice was deep and rich and somehow took the fidgets out of them. They now felt glad and quiet and it didn’t seem awkward to them to stand and say nothing.
“But where is the fourth？” asked Aslan.
“He has tried to betray them and joined the White Witch， O Aslan，” said Mr Beaver. And then something made Peter say，“That was partly my fault， Aslan. I was angry with him and I think that helped him to go wrong.”
And Aslan said nothing either to excuse Peter or to blame him but merely stood looking at him with his great unchanging eyes. And it seemed to all of them that there was nothing to be said.
