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ttack， making rushes and taking cover，anxious not to be seen from the castle windows.
“I dare not see the inside of that armour again,”said the Prince. “I rode in it as in a movable dungeon，and it stinks of magic and slavery. But I will take the shield.”
He left the room and returned with a strange light in his eyes a moment later.
“Look，friends,”he said，holding out the shield towards them. “An hour ago it was black and without device；and now，this.”The shield had turned bright as silver，and on it，redder than blood or cherries，was the figure of the Lion.
“Doubtless,”said the Prince，“this signifies that Aslan will be our good lord，whether he means us to live or die. And all’s one，for that. Now，by my counsel，we shall all kneel and kiss his likeness，and then all shake hands one with another，as true friends that may shortly be parted. And then，let us descend into the city and take the adventure that is sent us.”
And they all did as the Prince had said. But
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