“They are the most wonderful tidings ever heard in our ays or our fathers’ or our grandfathers‘ days， Sire，” said wel， “if they are true.”
“How can they choose but be true？” said the King. “It is ore than a week ago that the first birds came flying over s saying， Aslan is here， Aslan has come to Narnia again. nd after that it was the squirrels. They had not seen him， ut they said it was certain he was in the woods. Then camehe Stag. He said he had seen him with his own eyes， a great ay off， by moonlight， in Lantern Waste. Then came thatdark Man with the beard， the merchant from Calormen. The Calormenes care nothing for Aslan as we do； but the man spoke of it as a thing beyond doubt. And there was the Badger last night； he too had seen Aslan.”
“Indeed， Sire，” answered Jewel， “I believe it all. If I seem not to， it is only that my joy is too great to let my belief settle itself. It is almost too beautiful to believe.”
“Yes，” said the King with a great sigh， almost a shiver， of delight. “It is beyond all that I ever hoped for in all my life.” “Listen！” said Jewel， putting his head on one side andcocking his ears forward. “What is it？” asked the King.
