"lucy woke out of the deepest sleep you can imagine, with the feeling that the voice she liked best in the world had been calling her name. she thought at first it was her father's voice, but that did not seem quite right. then she thought it was peter's voice, but that did not seem to fit either. she did not want to get up; not because she was still tired- on the contrary she was wonderfully rested and all the aches had gone from her bones- but because she felt so extremely happy and comfortable. she was looking at the narnian moon, which is larger than ours, and at the starry sky, for the place where they had bivouacked was completely open. 'lucy,' came the call again, neither her father's voice nor peter's. she sat up, trembling with excitement but not with fear.
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she went fearlessly in among them (the dancing trees), dancing herself as she leaped this way and that to avoid being run into by these huge partners. but she was only half interested in them. she wanted to get beyond them to something else; it was from beyond them that the dear voice had called. she soon got through them ... she stepped out from among their shifting confusion of lovely light and shadows. a circle of grass, smooth as lawn, met her eyes, with dark trees dancing all round it. and then- oh joy! for He was there: the huge Lion, shining white in the moonlight, with his huge black shadow underneath him. but for the movement of his tail he might have been a stone lion, but lucy never thought of that. she never stopped to think whether he was a friendly lion or not. she rushed to him. she felt her heart would burst if she lost a moment. and the next thing she knew was that she was kissing him and putting her arms as far round his neck as she could and burying her face in the beautiful rich silkiness of his mane.
'aslan, aslan. dear aslan,' sobbed lucy (sobbed alexi). 'at last.'"
taken from prince caspian by c.s. lewis, pages 132-136
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she went fearlessly in among them (the dancing trees), dancing herself as she leaped this way and that to avoid being run into by these huge partners. but she was only half interested in them. she wanted to get beyond them to something else; it was from beyond them that the dear voice had called. she soon got through them ... she stepped out from among their shifting confusion of lovely light and shadows. a circle of grass, smooth as lawn, met her eyes, with dark trees dancing all round it. and then- oh joy! for He was there: the huge Lion, shining white in the moonlight, with his huge black shadow underneath him. but for the movement of his tail he might have been a stone lion, but lucy never thought of that. she never stopped to think whether he was a friendly lion or not. she rushed to him. she felt her heart would burst if she lost a moment. and the next thing she knew was that she was kissing him and putting her arms as far round his neck as she could and burying her face in the beautiful rich silkiness of his mane.
'aslan, aslan. dear aslan,' sobbed lucy (sobbed alexi). 'at last.'"
taken from prince caspian by c.s. lewis, pages 132-136
