t ter t of t under t  oak ayed for  ten days or so in t spring  c far  from tern end of Lantern aste and some ing of t ease, aate and pomp of Cair Paravel, ty.

    irian, and y and ty-five years  old; rong and  ill scanty.  face.

    t spring morning except  friend,  Je stood close beside ts neck  bent round poliss blue  teness of its flank.

    quot;I cannot set myself to any  today, Je; said t;I  can t t  today?”

    quot;t idings ever ; said Je;if true.”

    quot; be true?quot; said t;It is more t t birds came flying over us saying, Aslan is o  Narnia again.

    And after t it  seen  t ain ag.  e. t dark Man  from Calormen. t t as a t. And t  nigoo had seen Aslan.”

    quot;Indeed, Sire,quot; ans;I believe it all. If I seem not to, it is  only t my joy is too great to let my belief settle itself. It is almost too beautiful to  believe.”

    quot;Yes,quot; said t sig a s. quot;It is  beyond all t I ever hoped for in all my life.”

    quot;Listen!quot; said Jeting his head on one side and cocking his ears  forward.

    quot; is it?quot; asked the King.

    quot;; said Je;A galloping  must  be one of taurs. And look, there he is.”

    A great, golden bearded Centaur,  on  on nut flanks, daso topped, and bo;; it cried in a voice as deep as a bulls.

    quot;; said toing lodge. quot;A boaur. elcome, Roon. ell us your errand.”

    A page came out of t o taur. taur raised t;I drink first to Aslan and truto your Majesty.”

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