be ing towards her out of the page； and indeed she never was quite sure afterwards that it hadnt really moved a little。 at any rate she knew the
expression on his face quite well。 he was growling and you could see most of his teeth。
she became horribly afraid and turned over the page at once。
a little later she came to a spell which would let you know what your friends thought about you。 now lucy had wanted very badly to try the other spell； the one that made you beautiful beyond the lot of mortals。 so she felt that to make up for not having said it； she really would say this one。 and all in a hurry； for fear her mind would change； she said the words （nothing will induce me to tell you what they were）。 then she waited for something to happen。
as nothing happened she began looking at the pictures。 and all at once she saw the very last thing she expected … a picture of a third…class carriage in a train； with two schoolgirls sitting in it。 she knew them at once。 they were marjorie preston and anne featherstone。
only now it was much more than a picture。 it was alive。 she could see the telegraph posts flicking past outside the window。 then gradually （like when the radio is 〃ing on〃）
she could hear what they were saying。
〃shall i see anything of you this term？〃 said anne； 〃or are you still going to be all taken up with lucy pevensie。 “
〃dont know what you mean by taken up；〃 said marjorie。
〃oh yes； you do；〃 said anne。 〃you were crazy about her last term。”
〃no； i wasnt；〃 said marjorie。 〃ive got more sense than that。 not a bad little kid in her way。 but i was getting pretty tired of her before the end of term。”
〃well； you jolly well wont have the chance any other term！〃 shouted lucy。 〃two…faced little beast。〃 but the sound of her own voice at once reminded her that she was talking to a picture and that the real marjorie was far away in another world。
〃well；〃 said lucy to herself； 〃i did think better of her than that。 and i did all sorts of things for her last term； and i stuck to her when not many other girls would。 and she knows it too。 and to anne featherstone of all people！ i wonder are all my friends the same？ there are lots of other pictures。 no。 i wont look at any more。 i wont； i wont and with a great effort she turned over the page； but not before a large； angry tear had splashed on it。
on the next page she came to a spell 〃for the refreshment of the spirit。 the pictures were fewer here but very beautiful。 and what lucy found herself reading was more like a story than a spell。 it went on for three pages and before she had read to the bottom of the page she had forgotten that she was reading at all。 she was living in the story as if it were real； and all the pictures were real too。 when she had got to the third page and e to the end； she said； 〃that is the loveliest story ive ever read or ever shall read in my whole life。 oh； i wish i could have gone on reading it for ten years。 at least ill read it over again。”
but here part of the magic of the book came into play。 you couldnt turn back。 the right…hand pages； the ones ahead； could be turned； the left…hand pages could not。
〃oh； what a shame！〃 said lucy。 〃i did so want to read it again。 well； at least i must remember it。 lets see 。 。 。 it was about 。 。 。 about 。 。 。 oh dear； its all fading away again。
and even this last page is going blank。 this is a very queer book。 how can i have forgotten？ it was about a cup and a sword and a tree and a green hill； i know that much。
but i cant remember and what shall i do？”
and she never could remember； and ever since that day what lucy means by a good story is a story which reminds her of the forgotten story in the magicians book。
she turned on and found to her surprise a page with no pictures at all； but the first words were a spell to make hidden things visible。 she read it through to make sure of all the hard words and then said it out loud。 and she knew at once that it was working because as she spoke the colours came into the capital letters at the top of the page and the pictures began appearing in the margins。 it was like when you hold to the fire something written in invisible ink and the writing gradually shows up； only instead of the dingy colour of lemon juice （which is the easiest invisible ink） this was all gold and blue and scarlet。 they were odd pictures and contained many figures that lucy did not much like the look of。 and then she thought； 〃i suppose ive made everything visible； and not only the thumpers。 there might be lots of other invisible things hanging about a place like this。 im not sure that i want to see them all。”
at that moment she heard soft； heavy footfalls ing along the corridor behind her； and of course she remembered what she had been told about the magician walking in his bare feet and making no more noise than a cat。 it is always better to turn round than to have anything creeping up behind your back。 lucy did so。
then her face lit up till； for a moment （but of course she didnt know it）； she looked almost as beautiful as that other lucy in the picture； and she ran forward with a little cry of delight and with her arms stretched out。 for what stood in the doorway was aslan himself； the lion； the highest of all high kings。 and he was solid and real and warm and he let her kiss him and bury herself in his shining mane。 and from the low； earthquake…like sound that came from inside him； lucy even dared to think that he was purring。
〃oh； aslan；〃 said she； 〃it was kind of you to e。”
〃i have been here all the time；〃 said he； 〃but you have just made me visible。”
〃aslan！〃 said lucy almost a little reproachfully。 〃dont make fun of me。 as if anything 1 could do would make you visible！”
〃it did；〃 said aslan。 〃do you think i wouldnt obey my own rules？”
after a little pause he spoke again。
〃child；〃 he said； 〃i think you have been eavesdropping。”
〃eavesdropping？”
〃you listened to what your two schoolfellows were saying about you。”
〃oh that？ i never thought that was eavesdropping； aslan。 wasnt it magic？”
〃spying on people by magic is the same as spying on them in any other way。 and you have misjudged your friend。 she is weak； but she loves you。 she was afraid of the older girl and said what she does not mean。”
〃i dont think id ever be able to forget what i heard her say。”
〃no； you wont。”
〃oh dear；〃 said lucy。 〃have i spoiled everything？ do you mean we would have gone on being friends if it hadnt been for this … and been really great friends … all our lives perhaps… and now we never shall。”
〃child；〃 said aslan； 〃did i not explain to you once before that no one is ever told what would have happened？”
〃yes； aslan； you did；〃 said lucy。 〃im sorry。 but please …”
〃speak on； dear heart。”
〃shall i ever be able to； read that story again； the one i couldnt remember？ will you tell it to me； aslan？ oh do； do； do。”
〃indeed； yes； i will tell it to you for years and years。 but now； e。 we must meet the master of this house。”
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CHAPTER ELEVEN
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the dufflepuds made happy lucy followed the great lion out into the passage and at once she saw ing towards them an old man； barefoot； dressed in a red robe。 his white hair was crowned with a
chaplet of oak leaves； his beard fell to his girdle； and he supported himself with a curiously carved staff。 when he saw aslan he bowed low and said； 〃wele； sir； to the least of your houses。”
〃do you grow weary； coriakin； of ruling such foolish subjects as i have given you here？”
〃no；〃 said the magician； 〃they are very stupid but there is no real harm in them。 i begin to grow rather fond of the creatures。 sometimes； perhaps； i am a little impatient； waiting for the day when they can be governed by wisdom instead of this rough magic。”
〃all in good time； coriakin；〃 said aslan。
〃yes； all in very good time； sir；〃 was the answer。 〃do you intend to show yourself to them？”
〃nay；〃 said the lion； with a little half…growl that meant （lucy thought） the same as a laugh。 〃i should frighten them out of their senses。 many stars will grow old and e to take their rest in islands before your people are ripe for that。 and today before sunset i must visit trumpkin the dwarf where he sits in the castle of cair paravel counting the days till his master caspian es home。 i will tell him all your story； lucy。 do not look so sad。 we shall meet soon again。”
〃please； aslan；〃 said lucy； 〃what do you call soon？”
〃i call all times soon；〃 said aslan； and instantly he was vanished away and lucy was alone with the magician。
〃gone！〃 said he； 〃and you and i quite crestfallen。 its always like that； you cant keep him； its not as if he were a tame lion。 and how did you enjoy my book？”
〃parts of it very much indeed；〃 said lucy。 〃did you know i was there all the time？”
〃well； of course i knew when i let the duffers make themselves invisible that you would be ing along presently to take the spell off。 i wasnt quite sure of the exact day。 and i wasnt especially on the watch this morning。 you see they had made me invisible too and being invisible always makes me so sleepy。 heigh…ho … ther