The voice had been growing softer towards the end of his speech and now it faded away altogether. Jill looked ehind her. To her astonishment she saw the cliff already ore than a hundred yards behind her， and the Lion himself speck of bright gold on the edge of it. She had been etting her teeth and clenching her fists for a terrible blast f lion’s breath； but the breath had really been so gentle hat she had not even noticed the moment at which she left he earth. And now， there was nothing but air for thousands pon thousands of feet below her.
She felt frightened only for a second. For one thing， the orld beneath her was so very far away that it seemed to ave nothing to do with her. For another， floating on the reath of the Lion was so extremely comfortable. She found he could lie on her back or on her face and twist any way he pleased， just as you can in water （if you‘ve learned to oat really well）. And because she was moving at the same ace as the breath， there was no wind， and the air seemed eautifully warm. It was not in the least like being in an eroplane， because there was no noise and no vibration. If ll had ever been in a balloon she might have thought it ore like that； only better.
