“Oh dear， oh dear，” said Lucy. “And I was so pleased at finding you again. And I thought you’d let me stay. And I thought you‘d come roaring in and frighten all the enemies away.like last time. And now everything is going to be horrid.”
“It is hard for you， little one，” said Aslan. “But things never happen the same way twice. It has been hard for us all in Narnia before now.”
Lucy buried her head in his mane to hide from his face. But there must have been magic in his mane. She could feel lion.strength going into her. Quite suddenly she sat up.
“I’m sorry， Aslan，” she said. “I‘m ready now.”
“Now you are a lioness，” said Aslan. “And now all Narnia will be renewed. But come. We have no time to lose.”
He got up and walked with stately， noiseless paces back to the belt of dancing trees through which she had just come： and Lucy went with him， laying a rather tremulous hand onhis mane. The trees parted to let them through and for one second assumed their human forms completely. Lucy had a glimpse of tall and lovely wood.gods and wood.goddesses all bowing to the Lion； next moment they were trees again， but still bowing， with such graceful sweeps of branch and trunk that their bowing was itself a kind of dance.
