“Do you think I care if Aslan dooms me to death？” said he King. “That would be nothing， nothing at all. Would it ot be better to be dead than to have this horrible fear that slan has come and is not like the Aslan we have believed and longed for？ It is as if the sun rose one day and were alack sun.”
“I know，” said Jewel. “Or as if you drank water and it were ry water. You are in the right， Sire. This is the end of all hings. Let us go and give ourselves up.”
“There is no need for both of us to go.”
“If ever we loved one another， let me go with you now，” aid the Unicorn. “If you are dead and if Aslan is not Aslan， hat life is left for me？”
They turned and walked back together， shedding bitter ars.
As soon as they came to the place where the work was oing on the Calormenes raised a cry and came towards hem with their weapons in hand. But the King held out his word with the hilt towards them and said：
“I who was King of Narnia and am now a dishonoured night give myself up to the justice of Aslan. Bring me efore him.”
“And I give myself up too，” said Jewel.
