Both the children were looking up into the Lion’s face as he spoke. And all at once (they never knew exactly how it happened) his face seemed to be a sea of tossing gold in which they were floating, and a sweetness and power rolled about them and over them and entered them that they felt they had never really been quite so happy or wise or good or even so alive or awake, before. And the memory of that moment stayed with them always, so that as long as they both lived, if ever they were sad or afraid, the thought of all that golden goodness and the feeling that it was still there, quite close, just round some corner or just behind some door, would come back and make them sure, deep down inside, that all was well.
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