The_Complete_Chronicles_of_Narnia_(volumes_1-7,_in_order_of_publication)

sound like making excuses. But he did say, "I hope, Aslan, you're not in a hurry. I shan't
be able to get there and back very quickly."
"Little son of Adam, you shall have help," said Aslan. He then turned to the Horse who
had been standing quietly beside them all this time, swishing his tail to keep the flies off,
and listening with his head on one side as if the conversation were a little difficult to
understand.
"My dear," said Aslan to the Horse, "would you like to be a winged horse?"
You should have seen how the Horse shook its mane and how its nostrils widened, and
the little tap it gave the ground with one back hoof. Clearly it would very much like to be
a winged horse. But it only said:
"If you wish, Aslan - if you really mean - I don't know why it should be me - I'm not a
very clever horse."
"Be winged. Be the father of all flying horses," roared Aslan in a voice that shook the
ground. "Your name is Fledge."
The horse shied, just as it might have shied in the old, miserable days when it pulled a
hansom. Then it roared. It strained its neck back as if there were a fly biting its shoulders
and it wanted to scratch them. And then, just as the beasts had burst out of the earth, there
burst out from the shoulders of Fledge wings that spread and grew, larger than eagles',
larger than swans', larger than angels' wings in church windows. The feathers shone
chestnut colour and copper colour. He gave a great sweep with them and leaped into the
air.
Twenty feet above Aslan and Digory he snorted, neighed, and curvetted. Then, after
circling once round them, he dropped to the earth, all four hoofs together, looking
awkward and surprised, but extremely pleased.
"Is it good, Fledge?" said Aslan.
"It is very good, Aslan," said Fledge.
"Will you carry this little son of Adam on your back to the mountainvalley I spoke of?"
"What? Now? At once?" said Strawberry - or Fledge, as we must now call him - "Hurrah!
Come, little one, I've had things like you on my back before.
Long, long ago. When there were green fields; and sugar."
"What are the two daughters of Eve whispering about?" said Aslan, turning very
suddenly on Polly and the Cabby's wife, who had in fact been making friends.