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Lion himself，so bright and real and strong that everything else began at once to look pale and shadowy compared with him. And in less time than it takes to breathe Jill forgot about the dead King of Narnia and remembered only how she had made Eustace fall over the cliff，and how she had helped to muff nearly all the signs，and about all the snappings and quarrellings. And she wanted to say“I’m sorry”but she could not speak. Then the Lion drew them towards him with his eyes，and bent down and touched their pale faces with his tongue，and said：“Think of that no more. I will not always be scolding. You have done the work for which I sent you into Narnia.”
“Please，Aslan,”said Jill，“may we go home now ？”
“Yes. I have come to bring you Home,”said Aslan. Then he opened his mouth wide and blew. But this time they had no sense of flying through the air：instead，it seemed that they remained still，and the wild breath of Aslan blew away the ship and the dead King and the castle and the s
