“Well， he peeled the beastly stuff right off.just as I thought I’d done it myself the other three times， only they hadn‘t hurt.and there it was， lying on the grass： only ever so much thicker， and darker， and more knobbly.looking than the others had been. And there was I as smooth and soft as a peeled switch and smaller than I had been. Then he caught hold of me.I didn’t like that much for I was very tender underneath now that I‘d no skin on.and threw me into the water. It smarted like anything but only for a moment. After that it became perfectly delicious and as soon as I started swimming and splashing I found that all the pain had gone from my arm. And then I saw why. I’d turned into a boy again. You‘d think me simply phoney if I told you how I felt about my own arms. I know they’ve no muscle and are pretty mouldy compared with Caspian‘s， but I was so glad to see them.
“After a bit the lion took me out and dressed me.” “Dressed you？ With his paws？”
“Well， I don’t exactly remember that bit. But he did somehow or other： in new clothes.the same I‘ve got on now， as a matter of fact. And then suddenly I was back here. Which is what makes me think it must have been a dream.”
“No. It wasn’t a dream，” said Edmund. “Why not？”
