We Trusted That It Had Been He
Last night I read the chapter from The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe about Aslan’s death to a few of my children. In order to appease the Deep Magic and spare the life of Edmund, Aslan let himself be taken by the witch and her followers. He was tied up on the stone table, shaven, and mocked. The climatic moment reads this way: “At last [the witch] drew near. She stood by Aslan’s head. Her face was working and twitching with passion, but his looked up at the sky, still quiet, neither angry nor afraid, but a little sad. Then, just before she gave the blow, she stooped down and said in a quivering voice, ‘And now, who has won? Fool, did you think that by all this you would save the human traitor? Now I will kill you instead of him as our pact was and so the Deep Magic will be appeased. But when you are dead what will prevent me from killing him as well? And who will take him out of my hand then? Understand that you have given me Narnia forever, you have lost your own life and you hav...