“Who are you talking to？” said Edmund. “I’m no subject f yours. If anything it‘s the other way round. I am one of he four ancient sovereigns of Narnia and you are under legiance to the High King my brother.”
“So it has come to that， King Edmund， has it？” said aspian， laying his hand on his sword.hilt.
“Oh， stop it， both of you，” said Lucy. “That’s the worst f doing anything with boys. You‘re all such swaggering， ullying idiots.oooh！ .” Her voice died away into a gasp. nd everyone else saw what she had seen.
Across the grey hillside above them.grey， for the heather as not yet in bloom.without noise， and without lookingat them， and shining as if he were in bright sunlight though the sun had in fact gone in， passed with slow pace the hugest lion that human eyes have ever seen. In describing the scene Lucy said afterwards， “He was the size of an elephant，” though at another time she only said， “The size of a cart.horse.” But it was not the size that mattered. Nobody dared to ask what it was. They knew it was Aslan.
And nobody ever saw how or where he went. They looked at one another like people waking from sleep.
“What were we talking about？” said Caspian. “Have I been making rather an ass of myself ？”