She said it all over again. This was one of the worst parts of her job， for each time she said it， it sounded less convincing.
“Aslan！” said Edmund， jumping up. “Hurray！ Where？”
Lucy turned back to where she could see the Lion waiting， his patient eyes fixed upon her. “There，” she said， pointing.
“Where？” asked Edmund again.
“There. There. Don’t you see？ Just this side of the trees.”
Edmund stared hard for a while and then said， “No.
There‘s nothing there. You’ve got dazzled and muddledwith the moonlight. One does， you know. I thought I saw something for a moment myself. It‘s only an optical what. do.you.call.it.”
“I can see him all the time，” said Lucy. “He’s looking straight at us.”
“Then why can‘t I see him？”
“He said you mightn’t be able to.” “Why？”
“I don‘t know. That’s what he said.”
“Oh， bother it all，” said Edmund. “I do wish you wouldn‘t keep on seeing things. But I suppose we’ll have to wake the others.”
The Lion Roars
When the whole party was finally awake Lucy had to tell her story for the fourth time. The blank silence which followed it was as discouraging as anything could be.
“I can‘t see anything，” said Peter after he had stared his eyes sore. “Can you， Susan？”
