“Golly！” thought Jill. “So it’s true after all.” But next oment she added， “I wonder are they friendly？” For she ad just noticed， on the outskirts of the crowd， one or two iants and some people whom she couldn‘t give a name to t all.
At that moment Aslan and the signs rushed back into her ind. She had forgotten all about them for the last half. our.
“Scrubb！” she whispered， grabbing his arm. “Scrubb， uick！ Do you see anyone you know？”
“So you’ve turned up again， have you？” said Scrubb isagreeably （for which he had some reason）. “Well， keep uiet， can‘t you？ I want to listen.”
“Don’t be a fool，” said Jill. “There isn‘t a moment to lose. on’t you see some old friend here？ Because you‘ve got to o and speak to him at once.”
“What are you talking about？” said Scrubb.
“It’s Aslan.the Lion.says you‘ve got to，” said Jill espairingly. “I’ve seen him.”
“Oh， you have， have you？ What did he say？”
“He said the very first person you saw in Narnia would bean old friend， and you‘d got to speak to him at once.” “Well， there’s nobody here I‘ve ever seen in my lifebefore； and anyway， I don’t know whether this is Narnia.” “Thought you said you‘d been here before，” said Jill. “Well， you thought wrong then.”
