“Please-Aslan，” said Lucy， “can anything be done to save Edmund？” “All shall be done，” said Aslan. “But it may be harder than you think.” And then he was silent again for some time. Up to that moment Lucy had been thinking how royal and strong and peaceful his face looked； now it suddenly came into her head that he looked sad as well. But in the next minute that expression was quite gone. The Lion shook his mane and clapped his paws together （“Terrible paws，”
thought Lucy， “if he didn‘t know how to velvet them！”） and said， “Meanwhile， let the feast be prepared. Ladies， take these Daughtersof Eve to the pavilion and minister to them.”
When the girls had gone Aslan laid his paw-and though it was velveted it was very heavy-on Peter’s shoulder and said， “Come， Son of Adam， and I will show you a far-off sight of the castle where you are to be King.”
And Peter with his sword still drawn in his hand went with the Lion to the eastern edge of the hilltop. There a beautiful sight met their eyes. The sun was setting behind their backs. That meant that the whole country below them lay in the evening light-forest and hills and valleys and， winding away like a silver snake， the lower part of the great river. And beyond all this， miles away， was the sea， and beyond the sea the sky， full of clouds which were just turning rose colour withthe reflection of the sunset. But just where the land of Narnia met the sea-in fact， at the mouth of the great river-there was something ona little hill， shining. It was shining because it was a castle and of course the sunlight was reflected from all the windows which looked towards Peter and the sunset； but to Peter it looked like a great star resting on the seashore.
“That， O Man，” said Aslan， “is Cair Paravel of the four thrones， in one of which you must sit as King. I show it to you because you are the first-born and you will be High King over all the rest.”
And once more Peter said nothing， for at that moment a strangenoise woke the silence suddenly. It was like a bugle， but richer.
“It is your sister‘s horn，” said Aslan to Peter in a low voice； so low as to be almost a purr， if it is not disrespectful to think of a lion purring.
For a moment Peter did not understand. Then， when he saw all the other creatures start forward and heard Aslan say with a wave of his paw， “Back！ Let the Prince win his spurs，” he did understand， and set off running as hard as he could to the pavilion. And there he saw a dreadful sight.
The Naiads and Dryads were scattering in every direction. Lucy was running towards him as fast as her short legs would carry her and her face was as white as paper. Then he saw Susan make a dash for a tree， and swing herself up， followed by a huge grey beast. At first Peter thought it was a bear. Then he saw that it looked like an Alsatian， though it was far too big to be a dog. Then he realized that it was a wolf-a wolf standing on its hind legs， with its front paws against thetree-trunk， snapping and snarling. All the hair on its back stood up onend. Susan had not been able to get higher than the second big branch. One of her legs hung down so that her foot was only an inch or two above the snapping teeth. Peter wondered why she did not get higher or at least take a better grip； then he realized that she was just going to faint and that if she fainted she would fall off.
Peter did not feel very brave； indeed， he felt he was going to be sick. But that made no difference to what he had to do. He rushed straight up to the monster and aimed a slash of his sword at its side. That stroke never reached the Wolf. Quick as lightning it turned round， its eyes flaming， and its mouth wide open in a howl of anger. Ifit had not been so angry that it simply had to howl it would have got him by the throat at once. As it was-though all this happened too quickly for Peter to think at all-he had just time to duck down and plunge his sword， as hard as he could， between the brute’s forelegs into its heart. Then came a horrible， confused moment like something in a nightmare. He was tugging and pulling and the Wolf seemed neither alive nor dead， and its bared teeth knocked against his forehead， and everything was blood and heat and hair. A moment later he found that the monster lay dead and he had drawn his sword out of it and was straightening his back and rubbing the sweat off his face and out of his eyes. He felt tired all over.
Then， after a bit， Susan came down the tree. She and Peter felt pretty shaky when they met and I won‘t say there wasn’t kissing and crying on both sides. But in Narnia no one thinks any the worse of you for that.
“Quick！ Quick！” shouted the voice of Aslan. “Centaurs！ Eagles！ I see another wolf in the thickets. There-behind you. He has just darted away. After him， all of you. He will be going to his mistress. Now is your chance to find the Witch and rescue the fourth Son of Adam.” And instantly with a thunder of hoofs and beating of wings a dozen or so of the swiftest creatures disappeared into the gathering darkness.
