My family enjoyed a quiet weekend in rural Wisconsin this past weekend at my sister and brother-in-law’s. While there, my boys and I finished The Horse and His Boy. This account from chapter 14 stirred my bones:
Hwin, the talking Horse of Narnia in a fearful shudder to Aslan (whom she has never met and does not recognize as her King)…
Then Hwin, though shaking all over, gave a strange little neigh, and trotted across to the Lion.
“Please,” she said, “you’re so beautiful. You may eat me if you like. I’d sooner be eaten by you then fed by anyone else.”
“Dearest daughter,” said Aslan, planting a lion’s kiss on her twitching, velvet nose, “I knew you would not be long in coming to me. Joy shall be yours.”
