Imagine its Friday afternoon and you are sitting at C. S. Lewis’s feet as he reads a passage from Prince Caspian.
“Please, Aslan! Am I not to know?”
“To know what would have happened, child?” said Aslan. “No, nobody is ever told that.”
“Oh dear,” said Lucy.
“But anyone can find out what will happen,” said Aslan. “If you go back to the others now, and wake them up; and tell them you have seen me again; and that you must all get up at once and follow meâ€”what will happen? There is only one way of finding out . . . .”
“But they won’t believe me!” said Lucy.
“It doesn’t matter,” said Aslan.
“Oh dear, oh dear,” said Lucy. “And I was so pleased at finding you again. And I thought you’d let me stay. And I thought you’d come roaring in and frighten all the enemies awayâ€”like last time. And now everything is going to be horrid.”
“It is hard for you, little one,” said Aslan.Â “But things never happen the same way twice. It has been hard for us all in Narnia before now.”
Lucy buried her head in his mane to hide from his face. But there must have been magic in his mane. She could feel lion-strength going into her. Quite suddenly she sat up.
“I’m sorry, Aslan,” she said. “I’m ready now.”