“I‘m sorry， Aslan，” said Lucy， getting up and going with him. And for the next half.hour they were busy.she attending to the wounded while he restored those who had been turned into stone. When at last she was free to come back to Edmund she found him standing on his feet and not only healed of his wounds but looking better than she had seen him look.oh， for ages； in fact ever since his first term at that horrid school which was where he had begun to go wrong. He had become his real old self again and could look you in the face. And there on the field of battle Aslan made him a knight.
“Does he know，” whispered Lucy to Susan， “what Aslan did for him？ Does he know what the arrangement with the Witch really was？”
“Hush！ No， of course not，” said Susan. “Oughtn’t he to be told？” said Lucy.
“Oh， surely not，” said Susan. “It would be too awful for him. Think how you‘d feel if you were he.”
“All the same I think he ought to know，” said Lucy. But at that moment they were interrupted.
