“It is well chosen，” said Aslan. “And because you have spoken first， strong magic is upon you. Your future in that world shall be good. Come forth.”
The man， now a little pale， came forward. Aslan and his court drew aside， leaving him free access to the empty doorway of the stakes.
“Go through it， my son，” said Aslan， bending towards him and touching the man’s nose with his own. As soon as the Lion‘s breath came about him， a new look came into the man’s eyes.startled， but not unhappy.as if he were trying to remember something. Then he squared his shoulders and walked into the Door.
Everyone‘s eyes were fixed on him. They saw the threepieces of wood， and through them the trees and grass andsky of Narnia. They saw the man between the doorposts： then， in one second， he had vanished utterly.
From the other end of the glade the remaining Telmarines set up a wailing. “Ugh！ What’s happened to him？ Do you mean to murder us？ We won‘t go that way.” And then one of the clever Telmarines said：
“We don’t see any other world through those sticks. If you want us to believe in it， why doesn‘t one of you go？ All your own friends are keeping well away from the sticks.”
