he knew he needn’t say anything.

[soso]

Luckily Shasta had lived all his life too far south in Calormen to have heard the tales //that were whispered in Tashbaan

about a dreadful Narnian demon //that appeared in the form of a lion.

And of course he knew none of the true stories about Aslan, 

the great Lion, the son of the Emperor over-the-Sea, the King above all High Kings in Narnia. 

But after one glance at the Lion’s face he slipped /out of the saddle and fell at its feet.

He couldn’t say anything but then he didn’t want to say anything, and he knew () he needn’t say anything.

[The High King above all kings] stooped toward him.

[Its mane, and some strange and solemn perfume //that hung about the mane,] was all round him.

It touched his forehead with its tongue.

He lifted his face and their eyes met. 

Then instantly [the pale brightness of the mist and the fiery brightness of the Lion] rolled themselves /together

/into a swirling glory and gathered themselves up and disappeared. 

He was alone /with the horse /on a grassy hillside /under a blue sky.

And there were birds /singing.

From The Horse and His Boy
Compiled in A Year with Aslan