“If I run away， it‘ll be after me in a moment，” thought Jill. nd if I go on， I shall run straight into its mouth.“ Anyway， he couldn’t have moved if she had tried， and she couldn‘t ke her eyes off it. How long this lasted， she could not be ure； it seemed like hours. And the thirst became so bad that he almost felt she would not mind being eaten by the lion if nly she could be sure of getting a mouthful of water first.
“If you’re thirsty， you may drink.”
They were the first words she had heard since Scrubb ad spoken to her on the edge of the cliff. For a second she ared here and there， wondering who had spoken. Then he voice said again， “If you are thirsty， come and drink，” nd of course she remembered what Scrubb had said about nimals talking in that other world， and realized that it as the lion speaking. Anyway， she had seen its lips move his time， and the voice was not like a man‘s. It was deeper， ilder， and stronger； a sort of heavy， golden voice. It did not ake her any less frightened than she had been before， but made her frightened in rather a different way.
“Are you not thirsty？” said the Lion. “I’m dying of thirst，” said Jill. “Then drink，” said the Lion.