#6- Good
His blood rushed through his veins with a ferocity he could feel. He had trouble catching his breath, though his mind was clear as crystal. Maugrim lay dead where he had fallen, and Rhindon was bright with blood.
Susan and Lucy released him reluctantly, as though fearing he might break if they stepped away. Peter gave them a shaky smile of reassurance, wanting only, in that moment, to see the Lion.
Aslan regarded Peter steadily, his deep eyes bright.
There was a moment of silent understanding between the two. It is good, my son.
Aslan spoke. "Kneel, Son of Adam."