A circle of grass, as smooth as a lawn, met her eyes, with dark trees dancing all around it. And then-oh joy! For He was there: the huge lion, shining white in the moonlight, with his huge black shadow bebeath him.

But for the movement of his tail he might have been a stone lion, but Lucy never thought of that. She never stopped to think whether he was a friendly lion or not. She rushed to him. She felt her heart would burst if she lost a moment. And the next thing she knew was that she was kissing him and putting her arms as far around his neck as she could and burying her face in the beautiful rich silkiness of his mane.

"Aslan, Aslan. Dear Aslan," sobbed Lucy. "At last."

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