t;It was I”

    quot;But w for?”

    quot;C; said t;I am telling you your story, not ell no  one any story but his own.”

    quot;; asked Sa.

    quot;Myself,quot; said t t;Myselfquot;, loud and clear and gay: and time quot;Myselfquot;,  it seemed to come from all round you as if tled .

    Sa  to somet   it . But a ne sort of trembling  came over him.

    Yet  glad too.

    t urning from black to grey and from grey to   o ime ago, but o t  been noticing anyteness around eness; o blink. Some last. e easily now.

    A golden lig.  it he sun.

    urned and sa seem to be afraid of it or else could not see it. It   t came.

    No one ever saerrible or beautiful.

    Luckily Sa oo far souto ales t  appeared in  true stories about Aslan, t Lion, t  after one glance at t of t its  feet.  say anyt t  to say anyt  say anything.

    tooped torange and solemn perfume t  t toucs tongue. ed . tantly tness of t and tness of togeto a shere were birds singing.