They found Edmund in charge of Mrs Beaver a little way back from the fighting line. He was covered with blood， his mouth was open， and his face a nasty green colour.
“Quick， Lucy，” said Aslan.
And then， almost for the first time， Lucy remembered the precious cordial that had been given her for a Christmas present. Her hands trembled so much that she could hardly undo the stopper， but she managed it in the end and poured a few drops into her brother‘s mouth.
“There are other people wounded，” said Aslan whileshe was still looking eagerly into Edmund’s pale face andwondering if the cordial would have any result. “Yes， I know，” said Lucy crossly. “Wait a minute.”
“Daughter of Eve，” said Aslan in a graver voice， “others also are at the point of death. Must more people die for Edmund？”
