“Dressed you? With his paws?”
“Well, I don’t exactly remember that bit. But he did somehow or other, in new clothes — the same I’ve got on now, as a matter of fact. And then suddenly I was back here. Which is what makes me think it must have been a dream.”
“No, it wasn’t a dream,” said Edmund.
“Well, there are the clothes, for one thing. And you have been — well, un-dragoned, for another.”
“What do you think it was then?” asked Eustace.
“I think you’ve seen Aslan,” said Edmund.
“Aslan!” said Eustace. “I’ve heard that name mentioned several times since we joined the Dawn Treader. And I felt — I don’t know what — I hated it. But, I was hating everything then. And, by the way, I’d like to apologize. I’m afraid I’ve been pretty beastly.”
“That’s all right,” said Edmund. “Between ourselves, you haven’t been as bad as I was on my first trip to Narnia. You were only an ass, but I was a traitor…”
It would be nice, and fairly true, to say that “from that time forth Eustace was a different boy.” To be strictly accurate, he began to be a different boy. He had relapses. There were still many days when he could be very tiresome. But most of those I shall not notice. The cure had begun.
— The Voyage of the Dawn Treader
Have you seen The Lion? Are you different? Are you relapsing? Are you tiresome? Let the cure begin!
…work out your own salvation with fear and trembling; for it is God who works in you both to will and to do for His good pleasure. Philippians 2.12c and 13