One saw sticky and
stained fingers everywhere, and, though mouths were full, the laughter never
ceased nor the yodelling cries of Euan, euan, eu-oi-oi-oi-oi, till all of a sudden everyone felt at the
same moment that the game (whatever it was), and the feast, ought to be over,
and everyone flopped down breathless on the ground and turned their faces to
Aslan to hear what he would say next.
At that moment the sun
was just rising and Lucy remembered something and whispered to Susan,
“I say, Su, I know who
they are.”
“Who?”
“The boy with the wild
face is Bacchus and the old man on on the donkey is Silenus. Don’t you remember Mr.
Tumnus telling us about them long ago?”
“Yes, of course. But I
say, Lu — ”
“What?”
“I wouldn’t have felt
safe with Bacchus and all his wild girls if we’d met them without Aslan.”
“I should think not,”
said Lucy.
Next: Phase 4
Yessir, we can see that Lewis' theology fits well with the paganized Roman Catholic Church.
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It's one of the first links that turn up when you Google "C.S. Lewis Bacchus Narnia." If I'd just gone to the book instead, I'd have been spared the pleasure.
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