“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.