Shasta was a little reassured by the breath： so he told how he had never known his real father or mother and had been brought up sternly by the fisherman. And then he told the story of his escape and how they were chased by lions and forced to swim for their lives； and of all their dangers in Tashbaan and about his night among the tombs and how the beasts howled at him out of the desert. And he told about the heat and thirst of their desert journey and how they were almost at their goal when another lion chased them and wounded Aravis. And also， how very long it was since he had had anything to eat.
“I do not call you unfortunate，” said the Large Voice. “Don‘t you think it was bad luck to meet so many lions？”
said Shasta.
“There was only one lion，” said the Voice.
“What on earth do you mean？ I’ve just told you therewere at least two the first night， and.”
“There was only one： but he was swift of foot.”
“How do you know？”