The_Complete_Chronicles_of_Narnia_(volumes_1-7,_in_order_of_publication)

"No. The whole thing is plain now. He was here on a hot day. He undressed on top of the
cliff - where we were sitting. The clothes have rotted away or been taken by birds to line
nests with; the armour's still there. Then he dived and -"
"Don't," said Lucy. "What a horrible thing."
"And what a narrow shave we've had," said Edmund.
"Narrow indeed," said Reepicheep. "Anyone's finger, anyone's foot, anyone's whisker, or
anyone's tail, might have slipped into the water at any moment."
"All the same," said Caspian, "we may as well test it." He stooped down and wrenched up
a spray of heather. Then, very cautiously, he knelt beside the pool and dipped it in. It was
heather that he dipped; what he drew out was a perfect model of heather made of the
purest gold, heavy and soft as lead.
"The King who owned this island," said Caspian slowly, and his face flushed as he spoke,
"would soon be the richest of all the Kings of the world. I claim this land for ever as a
Narnian possession. It shall be called Goldwater Island. And I bind all of you to secrecy.
No one must know of this. Not even Drinian - on pain of death, do you hear?"
"Who are you talking to?" said Edmund. "I'm no subject of yours. If anything it's the
other way round. I am one of the four ancient sovereigns of Narnia and you are under
allegiance to the High King my brother."
"So it has come to that, King Edmund, has it?" said Caspian, laying his hand on his
sword-hilt.
"Oh, stop it, both of you," said Lucy. "That's the worst of doing anything with boys.
You're all such swaggering, bullying idiots - oooh! -" Her voice died away into a gasp.
And everyone else saw what she had seen.
Across the grey hillside above them - grey, for the heather was not yet in bloom - without
noise, and without looking at them, and shining as if he were in bright sunlight though the
sun had in fact gone in, passed with slow pace the hugest lion that human eyes have ever
seen. In describing the scene Lucy said afterwards, "He was the size of an elephant,"
though at another time she only said, "The size of a cart-horse." But it was not the size
that mattered. Nobody dared to ask what it was. They knew it was Aslan.
And nobody ever saw how or where he went. They looked at one another like people
waking from sleep.
"What were we talking about?" said Caspian. "Have I been making rather an ass of
myself?"