So the children sat on their thrones， and sceptres were put into their hands and they gave rewards and honours to all their friends， to Tumnus the Faun， and to the Beavers， and Giant Rumblebuffin， to the leopards， and the good centaurs， and the good dwarfs， and to the lion. And that night there was a great feast in Cair Paravel， and revelry and dancing， and gold flashed and wine flowed， and answering to the music inside， but stranger， sweeter， and more piercing， came the music of the sea people.
But amidst all these rejoicings Aslan himself quietly slipped away. And when the Kings and Queens noticed that he wasn‘t there they said nothing about it. For Mr Beaver had warned them. “He’ll be coming and going，” he had said. “One day you‘ll see him and another you won’t. He doesn‘t like being tied down.and of course he has other countries to attend to. It’s quite all right. He‘ll often drop in. Only you mustn’t press him. He‘s wild，’ you know. Not like a tame lion.”
