The Lion frisks playfully between them, now almost letting them close enough to catch his flicking tail, now leaping over Alain's head and pouncing on a laughing Caspian. The two go rolling over and over in a jumble of arms and legs and golden fur, until Aslan releases him and goes running into the garden proper.

Caspian laughs again and offers Susan his hand up. "Come on," he tells her, cheerful. "Maybe all four of us together can catch him."