CHAPTER ELEVEN
t Lion out into t once so, dressed in a red robe. e h a
c of oak leaves, o ed aff. ;elcome, Sir, to t of your houses.”
quot;Do you grow weary, Coriakin, of ruling sucs as I have given you here?”
quot;No,quot; said t;tupid but to groures. Sometimes, pertle impatient, ing for tead of this rough magic.”
quot;All in good time, Coriakin,quot; said Aslan.
quot;Yes, all in very good time, Sir,quot; ;Do you intend to so them?”
quot;Nay,quot; said ttle meant (Lucy t) t;I sen t of tars o take t in islands before your people are ripe for t. And today before sunset I must visit trumpkin ts in tle of Cair Paravel counting till er Caspian comes ell ory, Lucy. Do not look so sad. e s soon again.”
quot;Please, Aslan,quot; said Lucy, quot;w do you call soon?”
quot;I call all times soon,quot; said Aslan; and instantly he Magician.
quot;Gone!quot; said ;and you and I quite crestfallen. Its al, you cant keep s not as if ame lion. And how did you enjoy my book?”
quot;Parts of it very muc; said Lucy. quot;Did you knoime?”
quot;ell, of course I kne you ly to take t quite sure of t day. And I especially on tcoo and being invisible always makes me so sleepy. here Im yawning again. Are you hungry?”
quot;ell, pertle,quot; said Lucy. quot;Ive no idea ime is.”
quot;Come,quot; said t;All times may be soon to Aslan; but in my imes are one oclock.”
tle room full of sunligable was bare whey