Lucy followed the great Lion out into the passage and at once she saw coming towards them an old man，barefoot，dressed in a red robe．His white hair was crowned with a chaplet of oak leaves，his beard fell to his girdle，and he supported himself with a curiously carved staff．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．I begin to grow rather fond of the creatures． 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．

“Yes，all in very good time，Sir，”was the answer．“Do you intend to show yourself to them ？”

“Nay，”said the Lion，with a little half-growl that meant Lucy thoughtthe same as a laugh．“I should frighten them out of their senses．Many stars will grow old and come to take their rest in islands before your people are ripe for that．And today before sunset I must visit Trumpkin the Dwarf where he sits in the castle of Cair Paravel counting the days till his master Caspian comes home． 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．

“Gone ！”said he，“and you and I quite crestfallen．It’s always like that，you can