“That wasn‘t exactly what I meant，” whispered Susan to Lucy. But it was too late to do anything about it now even if Aslan would have listened to her. The change was already creeping up the Giant’s legs. Now he was moving his feet. A moment later he lifted his club off his shoulder， rubbed his eyes and said，“Bless me！ I must have been asleep. Now！ Where‘s that dratted little Witch that was running about on the ground？ Somewhere just by my feet it was.” But when everyone had shouted up to him to explain what had really happened， and when the Giant had put his hand to his ear and got them to repeat it all again so that at last he understood， then he bowed down till his head was no further off than the top of a haystack and touched his cap repeatedly to Aslan， beaming all over his honest ugly face. （Giants of any sort are now so rare in England and so few giants are good. tempered that ten to one you have never seen a giant when his face is beaming. It’s a sight well worth looking at.）“Now for the inside of this house！” said Aslan. “Look alive， everyone. Up stairs and down stairs and in my lady‘s chamber！ Leave no corner unsearched. You never know where some poor prisoner may be concealed.”
