CHAPTER ELEVEN THE DUFFLEPUDS MADE HAPPY

Lucy followed the great Lion out into the passage and at once she saw coming towards them an old man，barefoot，dressed in a red robe．His white hair was crowned with a chaplet of oak leaves，his beard fell to his girdle，and he supported himself with a curiously carved staff．When he saw Aslan he bowed low and said，

“Welcome，Sir，to the least of your houses．”

“Do you grow weary，Coriakin，of ruling such foolish subjects as I have given you here ？”

“No，”said the Magician，“they are very stupid but there is no real harm in them．I begin to grow rather fond of the creatures． Sometimes，perhaps，I am a little impatient，waiting for the day when they can be governed by wisdom instead of this rough magic．”

“All in good time，Coriakin，”said Aslan．

“Yes，all in very good time，Sir，”was the answer．“Do you intend to show yourself to them ？”

“Nay，”said the Lion，with a little half-growl that meant (Lucy thought)the same as a laugh．“I should frighten them out of their senses．Many stars will grow old and come to take their rest in islands before your people are ripe for that．And today before sunset I must visit Trumpkin the Dwarf where he sits in the castle of Cair Paravel counting the days till his master Caspian comes home． I will tell him all your story，Lucy．Do not look so sad．We shall meet soon again．”

“Please，Aslan，”said Lucy，“what do you call soon ？”

“I call all times soon，”said Aslan；and instantly he was vanished away and Lucy was alone with the Magician．

“Gone ！”said he，“and you and I quite crestfallen．It’s always like that，you can’t keep him；it’s not as if he were a tame lion．And how did you enjoy my book ？”

“Parts of it very much indeed，”said Lucy．“Did you know I was there all the time ？”

“Well，of course I knew when I let the Duffers make themselves invisible that you would be coming along presently to take the spell off．I wasn’t quite sure of the exact day．And I wasn’t especially on the watch this morning．You see they had made me invisible too and being invisible always makes me so sleepy．Heigh-ho-there I’m yawning again．Are you hungry ？”

“Well，perhaps I am a little，”said Lucy．“I’ve no idea what the time is．”

“Come，”said the Magician．“All times may be soon to Aslan；but in my home all hungry times are one o’clock．”

He led her a little way down the passage and opened a door．Passing in，Lucy found herself in a pleasant room full of sunlight and flowers．The table was bare when they entered，but it was of course a magic table，and at a word from the old man the tablecloth，silver，plates，glasses and food appeared．

“I hope that is—what you would like，”said he．“I have tried to give you food more like the food of your own land than perhaps you have had lately．”

“It’s lovely，”said Lucy，and so it was；an omelette，piping hot，cold lamb and green peas，a strawberry ice，lemonsquash to drink with the meal and a cup of chocolate to follow．But the magician himself drank only wine and ate only bread．There was nothing alarming about him，and Lucy and he were soon chatting away like old friends．

“When will the spell work ？”asked Lucy．“Will the Duffers be visible again at once ？”

“Oh yes，they’re visible now．But they’re probably all asleep still；they always take a rest in the middle of the day．”

“And now that they’re visible，are you going to let them off being ugly ？ Will you make them as they were before ？”

“Well，that’s rather a delicate question，”said the Magician. “You see，it’s only they who think they were so nice to look at before．They say they’ve been uglified，but that isn’t what I called it. Many people might say the change was for the better．”

“Are they awfully conceited ？”

“They are．Or at least the Chief Duffer is，and he’s taught all the rest to be．They always believe every word he says．”

“We’d noticed that，”said Lucy．

“Yes-we’d get on better without him，in a way．Of course I could turn him into something else，or even put a spell on him which would make them not believe a word he said．But I don’t like to do that．It’s better for them to admire him than to admire nobody．”

“Don’t they admire you ？”asked Lucy．

“Oh，not me，”said the Magician．“They wouldn’t admire me．”

“What was it you uglified them for-I mean，what they call uglified ？”

“Well，they wouldn’t do what they were told．Their work is to mind the garden and raise food-not for me，as they imagine， but for themselves．They wouldn’t do it at all if I didn’t make them．And of course for a garden you want water．There is a beautiful spring about half a mile away up the hill．And from that spring there flows a stream which comes right past the garden．All I asked them to do was to take their water from the stream instead of trudging up to the spring with their buckets two or three times a day and tiring themselves out besides spilling half of it on the way back． But they wouldn’t see it．In the end they refused point blank．”