Soon they reached the trees and through them the children could see the Great Mound， Aslan‘s How， which had been raised over the Table since their days.
“Our side don’t keep ver y good watch，” muttered Trumpkin. “We ought to have been challenged before now.”
“Hush！” said the other four， for now Aslan had stopped and turned and stood facing them， looking so majestic that they felt as glad as anyone can who feels afraid， and as afraidas anyone can who feels glad. The boys strode forward： Lucy made way for them： Susan and the Dwarf shrank back. “Oh， Aslan，” said King Peter， dropping on one knee and raising the Lion‘s heavy paw to his face， “I’m so glad. And I‘m so sorry. I’ve been leading them wrong ever since we startedand especially yesterday morning.” “My dear son，” said Aslan.
Then he turned and welcomed Edmund. “Well done，”
were his words.
Then， after an awful pause， the deep voice said， “Susan.” Susan made no answer but the others thought she was crying. “You have listened to fears， child，” said Aslan. “Come， let me breathe on you. Forget them. Are you brave again？”
“A little， Aslan，” said Susan.
