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"A Spell to Make Hidden Things Visible. She read it through to make sure of all the hard words and then said it out loud. And she knew at once that it was working because as she spoke the colors came into the capital letters at the top of the page and the pictures began appearing in the margins. They were odd pictures and contained many figures that Lucy did not much like the look of. And then she thought, 'I suppose I've made everything visible. There might be lots of invisible things hanging about a place like this. I'm not sure that I want to see them all.'

At that moment she heard soft, heavy footfalls coming along the corridor behind her; and of course she remembered what she had been told about the Magician walking in his bare feet and making no more noise than a cat. It is always better to turn around than to have anything creeping up behind your back. Lucy did so.

Then her face lit up, and she ran forward with a little cry of delight and with her arms stretched out. For what stood in the doorway was Aslan himself, The Lion, the highest of all High Kings. And he was solid and real and warm and he let her kiss him and bury herself in his shining mane. And from the low, earthquake-like sound that came from inside him, Lucy even dared to think that he was purring.

'Oh, Aslan,' said she, 'it was kind of you to come.'

'I have been here all the time,' said he, 'but you have just made me visible.'

'Aslan!' said Lucy almost a little reproachfully. 'Don't make fun of me. As if anything I could do would make you visible!'

'It did,' said Aslan. 'Do you think I wouldn't obey my own rules?'

Lucy followed the great Lion out into the passage and at once she saw coming toward them an old man, barefoot, dressed in a red robe. His white hair was crowned with a chaplet of oak leaves. When he saw Aslan he bowed low and said,

'Welcome, Sir, to the least of your houses.'

'Do you grow weary, Coriakin, of ruling such foolish subjects as I have given you here?'

'No,' said the Magician, 'they are very stupid but there is no real harm in them. Sometimes, perhaps, I am a little impatient, waiting for the day when they can be governed by wisdom instead of this rough magic.'

'All in good time, Coriakin.' said Aslan. 'Now, today I must visit Trumpkin the Dwarf. I will tell him all your story, Lucy. Do not look so sad. We shall meet soon again.'

'Please, Aslan,' said Lucy, 'what do you call soon?'

'I call all times soon,' said Aslan; and instantly he was vanished away and Lucy was alone with the Magician.

- The Voyage of the Dawn Treader, C.S. Lewis