When he bares his teeth, winter meets its death, And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again.
You’ll uand when you e him.”
“But shall we e him?”asked Susan.
“Why, Daughter of Eve, that’s what I brought you here for.I’m to lead you where you shall meet him,”said Mr.Beaver.
“Is-is he a man?”asked Lucy.
“Aslan a man！”said Mr.Beaver sternly.“Certainly not.I tell you he is the King of the wood and the son of the great Emperor-beyond-the-Sea.Don’t you know who is the King of Beasts?Aslan is a lion-the Lion, the great Lion.”
“Ooh！”said Susan.“I’d thought he was a man.Is he—quite safe?I shall feel rather nervous about meeting a lion.”
“That you will, dearie, and no mistake,”said Mrs.Beaver.“if there’s anyone who appear before Aslan without their knees knog, they’re either braver than most or el just silly.”
“Then he isn’t safe?”said Lucy.
“Safe?”said Mr.Beaver.“don’t you hear what Mrs.Beaver tells you?Who said anything about safe?‘Cour he isn’t safe.But he’s good.He’s the King, I tell you.”
“I’m longing to e him,”said Peter.“even if I do feel frightened when it es to the point.”
“That’s right, Son of Adam,”said Mr.Beaver, bringing his paw down oable with a crash that made all the cups and saucers rattle.“And so you shall.Word has been nt that you are to meet him, tomorrow if you , at the Stoable.”
“Where’s that?”said Lucy.
“I’ll show you,”said Mr.Beaver.“It’s down the river, a good step from here.I’ll take you to it！”
“But meanwhile what about poor Mr.Tumnus?”said Lucy.
“The quickest way you help him is by going to meet Aslan,”said Mr.Beaver.“once he’s with us, then we begin doing things.Not that we don’t need you too.For that’s another of the old rhymes：
When Adam’s flesh and Adam’s bone
Sits at Cair Paravel in throne,
The evil time will be over and done.
So things must be drawiheir end now he’s e and you’ve e.We’ve heard of Aslan ing into the parts before—long ago, nobody say when.But there’s never been any of your race here before.”
“That’s what I don’t uand, Mr.Beaver,”said Peter.“I mean isn’t the Witch herlf human?”
“She’d like us to believe it,”said Mr.Beaver.“and it’s on that that she bas her claim to be Queen.But she’s no Daughter of Eve.She es of your father Adam’s”—（here Mr.Beaver bowed)“your father Adam’s first wife, her they called Lilith.And she was one of the Jinn.That’s what she es from on one side.And oher she es of the giants.No, no, there isn’t a drop of real human blood ich.”