“It is your sister‘s horn,” said Aslan to Peter in a low voice; so low as to be almost a purr, if it is not disrespectful to think of a lion purring.
For a moment Peter did not understand. Then, when he saw all the other creatures start forward and heard Aslan say with a wave of his paw, “Back! Let the Prince win his spurs,” he did understand, and set off running as hard as he could to the pavilion. And there he saw a dreadful sight.