Trumpkin meets Aslan (from Prince Caspian)

With hint of roar, ‘Now, where’s that one
who has so firmly said,
he hasn’t seen, does not believe
in lions – I must be dead!’

Devoid of speech, with trembling knees,
attracted, yet with fear,
he thought to flee, but tumbled on,
– he had to hope, come near.

The Lion pounced, with tender hold,
he tossed him in the air,
and deftly caught and put him down, –
‘now, would you really care

to be my friend, and I be yours?’
and Trumpkin gulped, and stuttered
acceptance, he had found a King
whose love could not be bettered.