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Excerpted Inspirations #223

  • Writer: Linda Odhner, with photos by Liz Kufs
    Linda Odhner, with photos by Liz Kufs
  • Mar 30
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[King Tirian of Narnia and his dear friend Jewel the unicorn mourn for their dashed hopes that the return of Aslan the great Lion will bring blessing and joy to their people.] “Jewel,” said the King. “We have done a dreadful deed.” “We were sorely provoked,” said Jewel. “But to leap on them unawares – without defying them – while they were unarmed – faugh! We are two murderers, Jewel. I am dishonored forever.” Jewel drooped his head. He too was ashamed. “And then,” said the King, “the Horse said it was by Aslan’s orders. The Rat said the same. They all say Aslan is here. But if it were true?” “But, Sire, how could Aslan be commanding such dreadful things?” “He is not a tame lion,” said Tirian. “How should we know what he would do? We, who are murderers. Jewel, I will go back. I will give up my sword and put myself in the hands of these Calormenes and ask that they bring me before Aslan. Let him do justice to me.” “You will go to your death, then,” said Jewel. “Do you think I care if Aslan dooms me to death?” said the King. “That would be nothing, nothing at all. Would it not be better to be dead than to have this terrible fear that Aslan has come and is not like the Aslan we have believed in and longed for? It is as if the sun rose one day and were a black sun.” “I know,” said Jewel. “Or as if you drank water and it were dry water. You are in the right, Sire. This is the end of all things. Let us go and give ourselves up.” C. S. Lewis, The Last Battle (1956) p. 25

 
 
 

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