The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe (The Chronicles of Narnia, #2) (Publication Order, #1)

by C.S. Lewis

Wrong will be right, when Aslan comes in sight,

At the sound of his roar, sorrows will be no more, When he bares his teeth, winter meets its death, And when he shakes his mane, we shall have spring again.

“Safe?” said Mr. Beaver; “don’t you hear what Mrs. Beaver tells you? Who said anything about safe? ‘Course he isn’t safe. But he’s good. He’s the King, I tell you.”

When Adam’s flesh and Adam’s bone Sits at Cair Paravel in throne, The evil time will be over and done.

It seemed so pitiful to think of those little stone figures sitting there all the silent days and all the dark nights, year after year, till the moss grew on them and at last even their faces crumbled away.

“But you will be there yourself, Aslan.” “I can give you no promise of that,” answered the Lion. And he continued giving Peter his instructions.

“Yes!” said a great voice behind their backs. “It is more magic.” They looked round. There, shining in the sunrise, larger than they had seen him before, shaking his mane (for it had apparently grown again) stood Aslan himself.

“Aren’t you dead then, dear Aslan?” said Lucy. “Not now,” said Aslan.

“It means,” said Aslan, “that though the Witch knew the Deep Magic, there is a magic deeper still which she did not know. Her knowledge goes back only to the dawn of time. But if she could have looked a little further back, into the stillness and the darkness before Time dawned, she would have read there a different incantation. She would have known that when a willing victim who had committed no treachery was killed in a traitor’s stead, the Table would crack and Death itself would start working backward.

That night they slept where they were. How Aslan provided food for them all I don’t know;

“He’ll be coming and going,” he had said. “One day you’ll see him and another you won’t.