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The children saw there would be no chance of reaching the Prince through all that crowd，and，anyway，they now felt rather shy. So they asked the Centaurs if they might go on sitting on their backs a little longer and thus see everything over the heads of the courtiers. And the Centaurs said they might.
A flourish of silver trumpets came over the water from the ship’s deck：the sailors threw a rope；rats（Talking Rats，of course）and Marsh-wiggles made it fast ashore；and the ship was warped in. Musicians，hidden somewhere in the crowd，began to play solemn，triumphal music. And soon the King’s galleon was alongside and the Rats ran the gangway on board her.
Jill expected to see the old King come down it. But there appeared to be some hitch. A Lord with a pale face came ashore and knelt to the Prince and to Trumpkin. The three were talking with their heads close together for a few minutes，but no one could hear what they said. The music played on，but you could feel that everyone was becoming uneasy. Then four Knights，carrying something and going very slowly，appeared on deck. When they started to come down the gangway you could see what they were carrying：it was the old King on a bed，very pale and still. They set him down. The Prince knelt beside him and embraced him. They could see King Caspian raising his hand to bless his son. And everyone cheered，but it was a half-hearted cheer，for they all felt that something was going wrong. Then suddenly the King’s head fell back upon his pillows，the musicians stopped and there was a dead silence. The Prince，kneeling by the King’s bed，laid down his head upon it and wept.
There were whisperings and goings to and fro. Then Jill noticed that all who wore hats，bonnets，helmets，or hoods were taking them off—Eustace included. Then she heard a rustling and flapping noise up above the castle；when she looked she saw that the great banner with the golden Lion on it was being brought down to half-mast. And after that，slowly，mercilessly，with wailing strings and disconsolate blowing of horns，the music began again： this time，a tune to break your heart.
They both slipped off their Centaurs（who took no notice of them）.
“I wish I was at home,”said Jill.
Eustace nodded，saying nothing，and bit his lip.
“I have come,”said a deep voice behind them. They turned and saw the Lion himself，so bright and real and strong that everything else began at once to look pale and shadowy compared with him. And in less time than it takes to breathe Jill forgot about the dead King of Narnia and remembered only how she had made Eustace fall over the cliff，and how she had helped to muff nearly all the signs，and about all the snappings and quarrellings. And she wanted to say“I’m sorry”but she could not speak. Then the Lion drew them towards him with his eyes，and bent down and touched their pale faces with his tongue，and said：“Think of that no more. I will not always be scolding. You have done the work for which I sent you into Narnia.”
“Please，Aslan,”said Jill，“may we go home now ？”
