Of course the children‘s eyes turned to follow the lion；but the sight they saw was so wonderful that they soon forgot about him. Everywhere the statues were coming to life. The courtyard looked no longer like a museum； it looked more like a zoo. Creatures were running after Aslan and dancing round him till he was almost hidden in the crowd. Instead of all that deadly white the courtyard was now a blaze of colours； glossy chestnut sides of centaurs， indigo horns of unicorns， dazzling plumage of birds， reddy. brown of foxes， dogs and satyrs， yellow stockings and crimson hoods of dwarfs； and the birch.girls in silver， and the beech.girls in fresh， transparent green， and the larch. girls in green so bright that it was almost yellow. And instead of the deadly silence the whole place rang with the sound of happy roarings， brayings， yelpings， barkings， squealings， cooings， neighings， stampings， shouts， hurrahs， songs and laughter.
“Oh！” said Susan in a different tone. “Look！ I wonder.I mean， is it safe？”
Lucy looked and saw that Aslan had just breathed on the feet of the stone giant.
“It’s all right！” shouted Aslan joyously. “Once the feet are put right， all the rest of him will follow.”
