A Spring of Joy

” ‘Get on, warriors,’ said the Tarkaan. ‘Kill the beasts, but take the two-legged ones alive.’

And then the last battle of the last King of Narnia began.

What made it hopeless, even apart from the numbers of the enemy was the spears… In a way it wasn’t quite so bad as you might think.When you are using every muscle to the full-you haven’t much time to feel either frightened or sad…

He remembered everything now, and he realized that the enemy had been edging him into the stable on purpose ever since the fight began…

Then he steadied himself, blinked, and looked around… He was in strong light… But immediately, from behind… strong and calm as the summer sea, a voice…

And Tirian turned to see who had spoken. And what he saw then set his heart beating as it had never beaten in any fight… The sweet air grew suddenly sweeter. A brightness flashed behind them…

There stood his heart’s desire, huge and real, the golden Lion, Aslan himself…”

from C.S. Lewis’ The Last Battle

(Thank you to Barb for sending this to my inbox.)