The_Complete_Chronicles_of_Narnia_(volumes_1-7,_in_order_of_publication)

"You met the Witch?" said Asian in a low voice which had the threat of a growl in it.
"She woke up," said Digory wretchedly. And then, turning very white, "I mean, I woke
her. Because I wanted to know what would happen if I struck a bell. Polly didn't want to.
It wasn't her fault. I - I fought her. I know I shouldn't have. I think I was a bit enchanted
by the writing under the bell."
"Do you?" asked Asian; still speaking very low and deep. .
"No," said Digory. "I see now I wasn't. I was only pretending."
There was a long pause. And Digory was thinking all the time, "I've spoiled everything.
There's no chance of getting anything for Mother now."
When the Lion spoke again, it was not to Digory.
"You see, friends," he said, "that before the new, clean world I gave you is seven hours
old, a force of evil has already entered it; waked and brought hither by this son of Adam."
The Beasts, even Strawberry, all turned their eyes on Digory till he felt that he wished the
ground would swallow him up. "But do not be cast down," said Aslan, still speaking to
the Beasts. "Evil will come of that evil, but it is still a long way off, and I will see to it
that the worst falls upon myself. In the meantime, let us take such order that for many
hundred years yet this shall be a merry land in a merry world. And as Adam's race has
done the harm, Adam's race shall help to heal it. Draw near, you other two."
The last words were spoken to Polly and the Cabby who had now arrived. Polly, all eyes
and mouth, was staring at Aslan and holding the Cabby's hand rather tightly. The Cabby
gave one glance at the Lion, and took off his bowler hat: no one had yet seen him without
it. When it was off, he looked younger and nicer, and more like a countryman and less
like a London cabman.
"Son," said Aslan to the Cabby. "I have known you long. Do you know me?"
"Well, no, sir," said the Cabby. "Leastways, not in an ordinary manner of speaking. Yet I
feel somehow, if I may make so free, as 'ow we've met before."
"It is well," said the Lion. "You know better than you think you know, and you shall live
to know me better yet. How does this land please you?"
"It's a fair treat, sir," said the Cabby.
"Would you like to live here always?"
"Well you see sir, I'm a married man," said the Cabby. "If my wife was here neither of us
would ever want to go back to London, I reckon. We're both country folks really."