ace? t out o follow him.

    quot;So,quot; said Peter, quot;nig, Lucy! Youre not crying?  ith Aslan ahead, and all of us here?”

    quot;Dont try to stop me, Peter,quot; said Lucy, quot;I am sure Aslan . I am  sure it is not o mourn for Narnia. t lies dead and frozen be door.”

    quot;Yes and I did ; said Jill, quot;t it mig. I did t.”

    quot;I sa begin,quot; said t;I did not to  see it die.”

    quot;Sirs,quot; said tirian. quot;to  Narnia  ue,  but great discourtesy, if  mourn.”

    till sat  croogetable. And as t talked to one  anot old  Kings and all the glories of Narnia.

    till ion but not mucoo busy racing on ao sniff  at smells in till t  e tarted arguing about it - quot;Yes  it is - No it isnt - ts just  is - take your great  nose out of t someone else smell.”

    quot; is it, cousins?quot; said Peter.

    quot;A Calormene, Sire,quot; said several Dogs at once.

    quot;Lead on to ; said Peter. quot;s us in peace or war,  he shall be welcome.”

    ted on a later, running as if t, and barking loudly to say t it really alking Dogs,

    just like t  t immensely important.)

    tting under a cnut tree beside a clear stream of er. It   once and bowed gravely.

    quot;Sir,quot; o Peter, quot;I kno  my o  one of ts said  t a noble friend is t gift and a noble enemy t best?”

    quot;Sir,quot; said Peter, quot;I do not kno tween you  and us.”

    quot;Do tell us ; said Jill.

    quot;If to be a story, lets all  do;  ba