Of course she thought she was dreaming. That was why she didn‘t rush across to her husband and ask him what on earth had happened to them both. But when she looked at the Lion she didn’t feel quite so sure it was a dream， yet for some reason she did not appear to be very frightened. Then she dropped a little half curtsey， as some country girls still knew how to do in those days. After that， she went and put her hand in the Cabby‘s and stood there looking round her a little shyly.
“My children，” said Aslan， fixing his eyes on both of them， “you are to be the first King and Queen of Narnia.”
The Cabby opened his mouth in astonishment， and his wife turned very red.
“You shall rule and name all these creatures， and do justice among them， and protect them from their enemies when enemies arise. And enemies will arise， for there is an evil Witch in this world.”
The Cabby swallowed hard two or three times and cleared his throat.
“Begging your pardon， sir，” he said， “and thanking you very much I’m sure （which my Missus does the same） but I ain‘t no sort of a chap for a job like that. I never ’ad much eddycation， you see.”
“Well，” said Aslan， “can you use a spade and a plough and raise food out of the earth？”
