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L is for Look.

“Then her face lit up till, for a moment (but of course she didn’t know it) she looked almost as beautiful as that other Lucy in the picture, and she ran forward with a little cry of delight and with her arms stretched out. For what stood in the doorway was Aslan himself, the Lion, the highest of all High Kings. And he was solid and real and warm and he let her kiss him and bury herself in his shining mane. And from the low, earthquake-like sound that came from inside him, Lucy even dared to think that he was purring.”

She looked, and saw what she desired:beauty that won her favor beyond all others. But it was not for her to have.

She looked, and saw the betrayal of friends. It was painful and made her angry.

She looked, and saw the most wonderful story, but it slipped away and was gone.

Then she looked, and saw the true desire of her heart: her friend, her champion, her adventure.

“And he was solid and real and warm and he let her kiss him and bury herself in his shining mane.”

Face to face with reality, she reflected what she saw.

Even then, he gave her a look at the future.

“‘ Shall I ever be able to read that story again; the one I couldn’t remember? Will you tell it to me, Aslan? Oh, do, do, do.’
“Indeed, yes, I will tell it to you for years and years.'”

Quotes from The Voyage of the Dawn Treader, chapter 10.

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