Aslan stood in the centre of a crowd of creatures who had grouped themselves round him in the shape of a half.moon.
There were Tree.Women there and Well.Women （Dryads and Naiads as they used to be called in our world） who had stringed instruments； it was they who had made the music. There were four great centaurs. The horse part of them was like huge English farm horses， and the man part was like stern but beautiful giants. There was also a unicorn， and a bull with the head of a man， and a pelican， and an eagle， and a great Dog. And next to Aslan stood two leopards of whom one carried his crown and the other his standard.
But as for Aslan himself， the Beavers and the children didn’t know what to do or say when they saw him. People who have not been in Narnia sometimes think that a thing cannot be good and terrible at the same time. If the children had ever thought so， they were cured of it now. For when they tried to look at Aslan‘s face they just caught a glimpse of the golden mane and the great， royal， solemn， overwhelming eyes； and then they found they couldn’t look at him and went all trembly.
“Go on，” whispered Mr Beaver.
“No，” whispered Peter， “you first.”
