"Aslan? Oh, Aslan is..." Lucy paused for a moment, an overwhelming wave of longing crossing her face from her heart in that pause. "...Aslan is the Great Lion, the king above all high kings, the son of the Emporer-Across-the-Sea. It really, it doesn't do him justice, saying the names. It's Aslan to whom Narnia really belongs, he made it." She felt this was a very poor description, and stopped, trying to find words to go on. It took her a moment.
"He's the true king," she said at last, "and he is very good. He died to save my brother's life, and then he came back to life. It's very hard for me to describe him." Love shone in Lucy's voice and in her face, something stronger than the affection of which she had spoken of her siblings. "It is as if," she said at last, "all good things come from and are inside one great lion. He is not tame, but he is very good. I'm afraid that doesn't really describe him at all."
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Date: 2007-08-11 12:41 am (UTC)"He's the true king," she said at last, "and he is very good. He died to save my brother's life, and then he came back to life. It's very hard for me to describe him." Love shone in Lucy's voice and in her face, something stronger than the affection of which she had spoken of her siblings. "It is as if," she said at last, "all good things come from and are inside one great lion. He is not tame, but he is very good. I'm afraid that doesn't really describe him at all."