Both the children were looking up into the Lion’s faceas he spoke these words. And all at once （they never knewexactly how it happened） the face seemed to be a sea of tossing gold in which they were floating， and such a sweetness and power rolled about them and over them and entered into them that they felt they had never really been happy or wise or good， or even alive and awake， before. And the memory of that moment stayed with them always， so that as long as they both lived， if ever they were sad or afraid or angry， the thought of all that golden goodness， and the feeling that it was still there， quite close， just round some corner or just behind some door， would come back and make them sure， deep down inside， that all was well. Next minute all three of them （Uncle Andrew now awake） came tumbling into the noise， heat， and hot smells of London.
