“He thinks great folly， child，” said Aslan. “This world is bursting with life for these few days because the song withwhich I called it into life still hangs in the air and rumbles in the ground. It will not be so for long. But I cannot tell that to this old sinner， and I cannot comfort him either； he has made himself unable to hear my voice. If I spoke to him， he would hear only growlings and roarings. Oh， Adam‘s sons， how cleverly you defend yourselves against all that might do you good！ But I will give him the only gift he is still able to receive.”
He bowed his great head rather sadly， and breathed into the Magician’s terrified face. “Sleep，” he said. “Sleep and be separated for some few hours from all the torments you have devised for yourself.” Uncle Andrew immediately rolled over with closed eyes and began breathing peacefully. “Carry him aside and lay him down，” said Aslan. “Now， dwarfs！ Show your smith.craft. Let me see you make twocrowns for your King and Queen.”
