"You’ll
understand when you see him."
           
“But shall we see him?” asked Susan.
           
“Why, Daughter of Eve, that’s what I brought you here for.  I’m to lead
you where you shall meet him,” said Mr. Beaver.
           
 “Is – is he a man?” asked Lucy.
           
“Aslan a man!” said Mr. Beaver sternly.  “Certainly not.  I tell you
he is the King of the wood and the son of the great
Emperor-beyond-the-Sea.  Don’t you know who is the King of Beasts? 
Aslan is a lion – the Lion, the great Lion.”
           
 “Ooh!” said Susan, “I’d thought he was a man. Is he – quite safe?  I
shall feel rather nervous about meeting a lion.”
           
“That you will, dearie, and no mistake,” said Mrs. Beaver; “if there’s anyone
who can appear before Aslan without their knees knocking, they’re either braver
than most or else just silly.”
           
 “Then he isn’t safe?” said Lucy.
            
“Safe?” said Mr. Beaver; “don’t you hear what Mrs. Beaver tells you?  Who
said anything about safe? ‘Course he isn’t safe.  But he’s good. 
He’s the King I tell you.”
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