CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
tING OF tE StAG ttle es after t of t cill living sa tcook to flig t Lucy kne Peter and Aslan range to o see Peter looking as ern and he seemed so much older.
quot;It ; Peter ;ed en if it been for curning our troops into stone rig. But notop o urning one of your leopards into a statue. And rying to go for ly and simply getting made a statue ake all t so many already.
erribly go and see him.”
ttle ing line. y green colour.
quot;Quick, Lucy,quot; said Aslan.
And t for t time, Lucy remembered t mas present. rembled so muc she could hardly
undo topper, but s in to h.
quot;t; said Aslan o Edmunds pale face and .
quot;Yes, I kno; said Lucy crossly. quot;ait a minute.”
quot;Daug; said Aslan in a graver voice, quot;ot t of death.
Must more people die for Edmund?”
quot;Im sorry, Aslan,quot; said Lucy, getting up and going tending to tored turned into stone. last so come back to Edmund sanding on and not only looking better t ever since term at t o go le Aslan made .
quot;Does ; ; ch really was?”
quot;,quot; said Susan.
quot;Oug o be told?quot; said Lucy.
quot;O,quot; said Susan. quot;It oo awful for hink how youd feel if you were he.”
quot;All t to kno; said Lucy. But at t moment terrupted.
t nig someting doo a fine ea at about eig day t river. And t day after t, at about teatime, tually reacle of Cair Paravel on its little otle pools of salt