“They’re doing something worse to Him，” said Lucy. “Come on！” And she turned， pulling Susan round with her.
The rising of the sun had made ever ything look sodifferent.all colours and shadows were changed.that for a moment they didn‘t see the important thing. Then they did. The Stone Table was broken into two pieces by a great crack that ran down it from end to end； and there was no Aslan.
“Oh， oh， oh！” cried the two girls， rushing back to the Table.
“Oh， it’s too bad，” sobbed Lucy； “they might have left the body alone.”
“Who‘s done it？” cried Susan. “What does it mean？ Is it magic？”
“Yes！” said a great voice behind their backs. “It is more magic.” They looked round. There， shining in the sunrise， larger than they had seen him before， shaking his mane （for it had apparently grown again） stood Aslan himself.
“Oh， Aslan！” cried both the children， staring up at him， almost as much frightened as they were glad.
“Aren’t you dead then， dear Aslan？” said Lucy. “Not now，” said Aslan.
