“I don’t doubt you’d save him if you could, dearie,”said Mrs.Beaver.“but you’ve no ce of getting into that Hou against her will and ever ing out alive.”
“Couldn’t we have some stratagem?”said Peter.
“It’s no good, Son of Adam,”said Mr.Beaver.“no good your trying, of all people.But now that Aslan is on the move—”
“Oh, yes！Tell us about Aslan！”said veral voices at once; for once again that strange feeling—like the first signs of spring, like good news, had e over them.
“Who is Aslan?”asked Susan.
“Aslan?”said Mr.Beaver.“Why, don’t you know?He’s the Kihe Lord of the whole wood, but not often here, you uand.Never in my time or my father’s time.But the word has reached us that he has e back.He is in Narnia at this moment.He’ll ttle the White Queen all right.It is he, not you, that will save Mr.Tumnus.”
“She won’t turn him into stooo?”said Edmund.
“Lord love you, Son of Adam, what a simple thing to say！”answered Mr.Beaver with a great laugh.“Turn him into stone?If she stand owo feet and look him in the face it’ll be the most she do and more than I expect of her.No, no.He’ll put all thts as it says in an old rhyme in the parts：
“I don’t doubt you’d save him if you could, dearie,”said Mrs.Beaver.“but you’ve no ce of getting into that Hou against her will and ever ing out alive.”
“Couldn’t we have some stratagem?”said Peter.
“It’s no good, Son of Adam,”said Mr.Beaver.“no good your trying, of all people.But now that Aslan is on the move—”
“Oh, yes！Tell us about Aslan！”said veral voices at once; for once again that strange feeling—like the first signs of spring, like good news, had e over them.
“Who is Aslan?”asked Susan.
“Aslan?”said Mr.Beaver.“Why, don’t you know?He’s the Kihe Lord of the whole wood, but not often here, you uand.Never in my time or my father’s time.But the word has reached us that he has e back.He is in Narnia at this moment.He’ll ttle the White Queen all right.It is he, not you, that will save Mr.Tumnus.”
“She won’t turn him into stooo?”said Edmund.
“Lord love you, Son of Adam, what a simple thing to say！”answered Mr.Beaver with a great laugh.“Turn him into stone?If she stand owo feet and look him in the face it’ll be the most she do and more than I expect of her.No, no.He’ll put all thts as it says in an old rhyme in the parts：
Wrong will be right, when Aslan es in sight,
At the sound of his roar, sorrows will be no more,