“Son of Earth， shall we be friends？” asked Aslan.
“Ye.he.he.hes，” panted the Dwarf， for it had not yet got its breath back.
“Now，” said Aslan. “The Moon is setting. Look behindyou： there is the dawn beginning. We have no time to lose. You three， you sons of Adam and son of Earth， hasten into the Mound and deal with what you will find there.”
The Dwarf was still speechless and neither of the boys dared to ask if Aslan would follow them. All three drew their swords and saluted， then turned and jingled away into the dusk. Lucy noticed that there was no sign of weariness in their faces： both the High King and King Edmund looked more like men than boys.
The girls watched them out of sight， standing close beside Aslan. The light was changing. Low down in the east， Aravir， the morning star of Narnia， gleamed like a little moon. Aslan， who seemed larger than before， lifted his head， shook his mane， and roared.
