Instantly Reepicheep stood forward and bowed. “If my example can be of any service， Aslan，” he said， “I will take eleven mice through that arch at your bidding without a moment’s delay.”
“Nay， little one，” said Aslan， laying his velvety paw ever so lightly on Reepicheep‘s head. “They would do dreadful things to you in that world. They would show you at fairs. It is others who must lead.”
“Come on，” said Peter suddenly to Edmund and Lucy. “Ourtime’s up.”
“What do you mean？” said Edmund.
“This way，” said Susan， who seemed to know all about it. “Back into the trees. We‘ve got to change.”
“Change what？” asked Lucy.
“Our clothes， of course，” said Susan. “Nice fools we’d lookon the platform of an English station in these.”
“But our other things are at Caspian‘s castle，” said Edmund. “No， they’re not，” said Peter， still leading the way into the thickest wood. “They‘re all here. They were brought downin bundles this morning. It’s all arranged.”
“Was that what Aslan was talking to you and Susan about this morning？” asked Lucy.
