got on now, as a matter of fact. And then suddenly I was back here. Which is what makes me think it must have been a dream.” “No. It wasn’t a dream,” said Edmund. “Why not?” “Well, there are the clothes, for one thing. And you have been—well, undragoned, for another.” “What do you think it was, then?” asked Eustace. “I think you’ve seen Aslan,” said Edmund. “Aslan!” said Eustace. “I’ve heard that name mentioned several times since we joined the Dawn Treader. And I felt—I don’t know what—I hated it. But I was hating everything then. And by the way, I’d like to apologize. I’m afraid
