It never occurred to Jill to disbelieve the Lion.no one who had seen his stern face could do that.and her mind suddenly made itself up. It was the worst thing she had ever had to do， but she went forward to the stream， knelt down， and began scooping up water in her hand. It was the coldest， most refreshing water she had ever tasted. You didn‘t need to drink much of it， for it quenched your thirst at once. Before she tasted it she had been intending to make a dash away from the Lion the moment she had finished. Now， she realized that this would be on the whole the most dangerous thing of all. She got up and stood there with her lips still wet from drinking.
“Come here，” said the Lion. And she had to. She was almost between its front paws now， looking straight into its face. But she couldn’t stand that for long； she dropped her eyes.
“Human Child，” said the Lion. “Where is the Boy？”
“He fell over the cliff，” said Jill， and added， “Sir.” She didn‘t know what else to call him， and it sounded cheek to call him nothing.
“How did he come to do that， Human Child？” “He was trying to stop me from falling， Sir.” “Why were you so near the edge， Human Child？” “I was showing off， Sir.”