He comes to them, and the garden fills again with the cool white light of the stars, shining from his fur and his shaggy mane. His tail flicks calmly back and forth as he paces past the tree-sisters, the lion, the Lion, the Great Lion, terrible and beautiful in equal measure, and in his steps comes peace and joy and solemn steadiness. Caspian breathes in and feels he could run or leap or fight without tiring, and his eyes are shining as he watches the Lion come near.

Aslan, far larger than any lion, larger even than the last time Caspian saw him, steps close and regards them with amber eyes both wise and calm. "Hail, Susan, Daughter of Eve."

His voice is rich and warm. He turns his great, shaggy head, and observes Cuthbert and Alain. "Hile, gunslingers."