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           ThereliefwhichEdmundfeltwassogreatthatinspiteofthecoldhesuddenlygotwarmalloverrightdowntohistoes,andatthesametimetherecameintohisheadwhatseemedaperfectlylovelyidea."Probably,"hethought,"thisisthegreatLionAslanthattheywerealltalkingabout.She’scaughthimalreadyandturnedhimintostone.Sothat’stheendofalltheirfineideasabouthim!Pooh!Who’safraidofAslan?"

           Andhestoodtheregloatingoverthestonelion,andpresentlyhedidsomethingverysillyandchildish.Hetookastumpofleadpenciloutofhispocketandscribbledamoustacheonthelion’supperlipandthenapairofspectaclesonitseyes.Thenhesaid,"Yah!SillyoldAslan!Howdoyoulikebeingastone?Youthoughtyourselfmightyfine,didn’tyou?"Butinspiteofthescribblesonitthefaceofthegreatstonebeaststilllookedsoterrible,andsad,andnoble,staringupinthemoonlight,thatEdmunddidn’treallygetanyfunoutofjeeringatit.Heturnedawayandbegantocrossthecourtyard.

           Ashegotintothemiddleofithesawthatthereweredozensofstatuesallabout-standinghereandthereratherasthepiecesstandonachess-boardwhenitishalf-waythroughthegame.Therewerestonesatyrs,andstonewolves,andbearsandfoxesandcat-amountainsofstone.Therewerelovelystoneshapesthatlookedlikewomenbutwhowerereallythespiritsoftrees.TherewasthegreatshapeofacentaurandawingedhorseandalonglithecreaturethatEdmundtooktobeadragon.Theyalllookedsostrangestandingthereperfectlylife-likeandalsoperfectlystill,inthebrightcoldmoonlight,thatitwaseerieworkcrossingthecourtyard.Rightintheverymiddlestoodahugeshapelikeaman,butastallasatree,withafiercefaceandashaggybeardandagreatclubinitsrighthand.Eventhoughheknewthatitwasonlyastonegiantandnotaliveone,Edmunddidnotlikegoingpastit.