CHAPTER SIXTEEN
a fine new riding crop.
quot;No; said Aslan. quot;But use only t, for it is co whom 1 send you.”
quot;Are you coming ; said Jill.
quot;t; said Aslan.
ty feet of to to tumn sky urned to Jill and Eustace and breatoucongue. turned o England, and o Jill sao of terblott, `Spotty Sorrier, big Bannister, and tt t suddenly topped. t, cruelty, and sneakis disappeared in one single expression of terror. For t lying in ttering clotrengtace plied ts of t in tes all t, `Murder!
Fascists! Lions! It isnt fair. And t to see o recognize) serics and back to tories about a lion escaped from a circus, and escaped convicts ace slipped quietly indoors and c of t cloto ordinary t back into Aslans ic, to ts of t Experiment , and about ten people got expelled. After t, t t or to interfere muc t, t o Parliament wer.
Eustace buried ly one nig Jill smuggled a fancy-dress ball next day fortter at Experiment became quite a good school.
And Jill and Eustace were always friends.
But far off in Narnia, King Rilian buried or, tent name, and mourned for en pointed out t brig on afternoons, and t you couldnt expect good times to last. to t open, and often in summer days terns and doo ter and sail to and fro, singing, on telling eacories of ties t lie
fato go to Narnia yourself, do not forget to those caves.