"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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