Aslan

"I was the lion". And as Shasta gaped with open mouth and said nothing, the Voice continued. "I was the lion who forced to join with Aravis. I was the cat who comforted you among the houses of the dead. I was the lion who drove the jackals from you while you slept. I was the lion who gave the Horses the new strength of fear for the last mile so that you should reach King Lune in time. And I was the lion you do not remember who pushed the boat in which you lay, a child near death, so that it came to shore where a man sat, wakeful ad midnight, to receive you".

"Then it was you who wounded Aravis?"

"It was I."

"But what for?"

"Child," said the Voice, "I am telling you your story, not hers. I tell no one any story but his own."

"Who are you?" asked Shasta.

"Myself," said the voice...

And this story, Lewis forgot to say, is a story of love and care, a desperate Love for each of us. All saints recalls us today that the only point is to believe in this Love. Do I believe in this Love? Do I rely on It?