With a jingling of mail the others climbed up behind [Lucy]. Aslan glided on before them and they walked after him.
“Lucy,” said Susan in a very small voice.
“Yes?” said Lucy. “I see him now. I’m sorry.”
“That’s all right.”
“But I’ve been far worse than you know. I really believed it was him—he, I mean—yesterday. When he warned us not to go down to the fir wood. And I really believed it was him tonight, when you woke us up. I mean, deep down inside. Or I could have, if I’d let myself. But I just wanted to get out of the woods and—and—oh, I don’t know. And what ever am I to say to him?”
“Perhaps you won’t need to say much,” suggested Lucy.
• From Prince Caspian
• Compiled in A Year with Aslan
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